His brothers might have called him
father's pet, too self-confident, not meek.
He might have called himself
a failure. Betrayed. Forsaken by family,
even by God. He had been set
in a pit, sold as a slave. He could have
sought
justification. Wallowed in the slough
of self-pity. Or considered
a stiff dose of revenge when his thoughts
plunged to their lowest depth. But
where would such temptation
have driven him?
To a state where he could hear no answers.
And the price? No one would have called
him
to interpret dreams. Not tempted
by such devices, he waited.
He even looked forward, and seeing
there really had been no evil in God's plan
for him, found in every task they gave him
a way to praise his God—to affirm
the presence of good alone.
He could see God as universal Love,
sustaining and directing all—
the entire land of Egypt and beyond.
