Queen of the South

O Queen of the South,

sweet lover of Solomon,

Lady of Sheba,

your Sun is full bright

often I think

that Glorious King

still lives, and calls me

from Africa

and who am I,

but a frightened deer?

though I have waged

fierce battle before,

now I lay silent, 

staring at Heaven;

take me back, you

Black Mother of Adam

                previously published in All Seasons