Genesis 40

Just musings...

How quickly dreams are forgotten—
even prophetic ones.
The shadow of death had passed,
and the cupbearer went his way, forgetting
the Hebrew in his dungeon.
How long and lonely Joseph must have felt,
serving his sentence for righteousness.
“Was it for this that you brought me here, O God?”
Perhaps he thought, perhaps not.
But the boy became a man no longer arrogant,
And when at last God’s hour came
He (the Lord that is) lifted his head,
Saved the land, and even those
who threw him in the pit
became recipients of His mercy.
Divine, forgiving God, to bless their bloody hands…
but not until
the lesson was learned, of course.
“Poetic justice” doesn’t really do it justice.