sober southerner

sober southerner

i stand in the desert, a sober southerner in a foreign land,
listening to folklore written and spoken of a covenant broken. 
a thirsty queen quinches a wise king solomon's thirst,
dripping in precious stones, incense, henna and spice.

golden skinned queen of sheba seeks great advice.
from her grand palace twelve nights spent in splendor. 
in the twinkling of an eye, her embellished throne appears,
the earth had folded over and there she knelt and followed. 

the queen of the south drifted home on carpet to bare their love’s folly.
one day the son of the wise returns, man to man with his family tree.
many riches they exchanged, a kingdom and a key to the holy of holies.
all the mystery uncovered in solomon’s temple of sacred geometry.

lavishing in wine and women, soon a love of his homeland demanded.
he stole away in the night with the ark of the covenant under magic carpet.
the king of kings forever linking holy jerusalem and axum as he commanded.
eternal cities waiting for the wise to hear the voice of their god again.

guarded by the wings of cherubim, my eyes cast down.
the sign and the seal reveals the old, the sacred, and the crown.
the abba caught behind the veil, the testimony in stone lost to man.
i stand in the desert, a sober southern in a foreign land.