They should have seen him in his prime—
Visage of their scorned brother
Who, overcome with another
Emotion left the room
And wept, Joseph hiding his gloom
Seeing Ben, mother’s son.
Now Benjamin was there and none
Could see Joe for he left
And alone in other room wept.
In spite of all those dreams he knew
It was as brothers grew
Apart. “But God, how could you do
This to me? Parted so
Forlorn, accused of nothing and
Imprisoned, interpreting damned
Others dreams while there I rot.
Having my brothers serve is not
What I wished, yet told them
Such as I saw brought on this grim
Being. Now on this dais
Of both Egyptian scorn and praise
Freeing from famine, yet…
I wrestle with you, my Lord. Let
Me not like father be
But at peace with the God I see.”
All these struggles and tears
He hid, oh Joseph, Joseph dear.
About this poem: This is another one of my poems exploring thoughts of biblical characters, mostly from Genesis. Since I'm the author and nothing is recorded, it's obviously a projection based on how I'd feel if I were stuck in Joseph's place.
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