* Joseph, Moses pray for me
* Dedicated to #IamJoseph
+------------The Gift and The Curse; Joseph's Thoughts After His Incarceration In Egypt
In Egypt past dreams in Canaan,
a curse. In my heart entrenched
aspirations of greatness
spawn scoffing specters of comparative
savagery strengthening my chains,
saluting fears of failure above the
warden’s candles as I try to sleep.
Tossing and turning, restless.
But my gift of faith. I still
believe despite
somnambulant ramblings
of a troubled baker, grotesque
snoring of a butler, erroneous
accusations of a sex crime. I will rise
again out of this mess. One day
(liberated) these fetters and bars will
seem like relics of God’s faithfulness
to set a soul free: redeeming the
irredeemable, honoring a man’s
pursuit of the impossible.
----------------Genesis 39:16-23
She kept his cloak beside her until his master came home. Then she told him this story: “That Hebrew slave you brought us came to me to make sport of me. But as soon as I screamed for help, he left his cloak beside me and ran out of the house.” When his master heard the story his wife told him, saying, “This is how your slave treated me,” he burned with anger. Joseph’s master took him and put him in prison, the place where the king’s prisoners were confined. But while Joseph was there in the prison, the Lord was with him; he showed him kindness and granted him favor in the eyes of the prison warden. So the warden put Joseph in charge of all those held in the prison, and he was made responsible for all that was done there. The warden paid no attention to anything under Joseph’s care, because the Lord was with Joseph and gave him success in whatever he did.
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