While he'd be the first to wave off such an assignation, this man of the momentous moment surely does emulate the resuscitating 'St. Bernard' in this now-ending Winter of our collective discontent. And the modest cask 'round his neck is redolent of the tonic called 'Redemption'.
The late great prophet Marley sang its song:
"We forward in this generation
Emancipate yourself from mental slavery,
None but our self can free our minds...
How long shall they kill our prophets, While we stand aside and look? Some say it's just a part of it, We've got to fulfill de book. Won't you help to sing These songs of freedom? 'Cause all I ever have, Redemption songs, Redemption songs, Redemption songs."
Sainthood's never the province of the true prophet, notwithstanding the 'only human' need to so personify our shared (albeit unfed potential) capabilities to conduct ourselves individually and societally as 'only humane' superheroes.
The case of Moses presents itself for relevant exploration and inevitable comparison.
Born unto a select ('chosen') tribe, he was born of humble parentage in a kind of ghetto called Brooklyn; the biblical fellow, a foundling in a kind of brook, both, taken unto the bosom of relative privilege---one, by the Rockefeller-funded/founded University of Chicago, the other, another sort of royal 'court'.
Both wandered in the wilderness for some decades, reluctant, forlorn, having imperiled themselves in causes of liberation for others, marriage beyond the particular tribe such as to ennoble their openness of mind and spirit.
And, whether from a secular off-world superior entity or deity, both did keep to a kind of tablet of moral rules, furiously, consistently rejecting the false idolatry of the gilded bovine image too easily worshipped and enslaved to by a lost nation.
Now, not unlike his biblical parallel personality, he does emerge from the sands of western deserts and islands of oasis (Hawaii) refreshed, reinvigorated by caucused Caucasians and other long-befriended tribes of equally-regarded men and women, young and old, poised at the great river, prepared to cross over unto the land of once renowned milk of humane kindness and honeyed aspiration. Dates loom, ready for redemptive consumption by revived millions who do seek so the promise of a land once consecrated with a stout constitution.
He speaks, addressing Lincolnesque the growing throngs concerning a government of, by, and for them. He echoes their forbears' earliest steps called pre-ambulation:
"We the People of the United States, in Order to form a more perfect Union, establish Justice, insure domestic Tranquility, provide for the common defense, promote the general Welfare, and secure the Blessings of Liberty to ourselves and our Posterity, do ordain and establish this Constitution for the United States of America."
The roar of a recollecting many-hued mosaic of a crowd subsiding, he asks, as yet, rhetorically:
'Are you ready for a radical idea?! If so, follow me!'
So sayeth this descendant of that superhero of old.
Will this one cross over the proverbial Jordan, to redemptive salvation of the American promised land?
Fittingly, it's up to the people, but only if they, seeing their numbers, resolve to so ambulate.