Sheba

~Robert Siegel Bringing gold from Ophir and silk from Samarcand, I came, your reputation having excelled anyone's of whom I'd heard in any land, and sharply questioned you till I was told what man had never answered man or woman. Until it seemed the hundred talents of gold I'd brought with spices, apes and peacocks were so much straw that, embarrassed, I took home. Your wisdom turned the wavering sands to gold, the face of heaven shone from each rock, till I renounced my ivory throne, let go the world that melts like sherbet in summer air for a cave high in the mountains. Here, alone, I pray for you crushed by your greatness there. ~~~~~ Next: Solomon's Last Words