Joseph’s Banquet

Far off in a foreign plain
When I was young
I narrowly escaped death
At the hand of loved ones.
 
Should a child be expected
To take such full measure
Of cruelty and not weep
Years later when again treasured

 And what of sympathy’s embrace

When longingly awaited
Burst forth as refreshing quench
For one so ill fated.
 

Dust, drought, desolation

Cries are heard abroad.
My hunger’s filled, my pain is stilled
Thanks be to a merciful God.