Sheba

Hate the congregation of evil doers and,
Love the home of righteousness;
For i am Sheba on the bank of your river of love,
And let me walk through the valley of your love.

With my golden staff i will walk through this valley,
And with the love of my heart i will kiss your lips;
For righteousness is the home needed for us to move on,
And this love is all that we have at hand.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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