His day is done.
Is done.
The news came on the wings of a wind, reluctant to carry its burden.
Nelson Mandela's day is done.
The news, expected and still unwelcome, reached us in the United States, and suddenly our world became somber.
Our skies were leadened.
His day is done.
We see you, South African people standing speechless at the slamming of that final door through which no traveler returns.
Our spirits reach out to you Bantu, Zulu, Xhosa, Boer.
We think of you and your son of Africa, your father, your one more wonder of the world.
We send our souls to you as you reflect upon your David armed with a mere stone, facing down the mighty Goliath.
The “final door” can be seen as the gates of heaven. Nelson Mandela was a weary traveler who reached the end of his road. Finally he found a place to rest, one that he will no longer be returning from. The use of the word “slamming” to describe the door shows the abruptness and harshness that we feel since Mandela has gone. His death has left us speechless.
His Day Is Done