The Promise
Our of the mouths of babies and out of the mouths of love,
Plant trees and get fruits in their seasons;
For the den of theives is like the tongue on fire!
To the land of grain and wine and,
To the land of bread and vineyard;
A little fire kindles the forest.
Of works done in meekness,
And of the unchangeable act of your mind on this love;
But this world is full of iniquity.
Obtain the promise after endurance,
For i have seen your tears on this side of the river;
And it was not without an oath.
Life is like the golden stick with the spices,
And like the law of the olive groves and honey;
But try to separate the sheep from the goat.
He who does not love does not love the Creator,
For Enoch was the seventh fro Adam;
So keep yourselves into the hands of love,
But situations had made it possible now for me to call you my uncle.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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