Genesis 43:30 “Deeply moved at the sight of his brother, Joseph hurried out and looked for a place to weep.” (NIV)*

Claude Monet, Weeping Willow (2) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

It’s just as well, Joseph, that you sit alone

At a distance you can hide

The weeping that overtook your soul,

Streaked your face, blood-shot those eyes.

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Oldest to youngest, there they sit

The pillars among whom you grew.

Eating and drinking of mercy’s goblet

Are you wishing, somehow, they knew?

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The youngest one, your mother’s son

Carries dam breaking power.

The sight of him leaves you undone

Behind pride’s mask, you cower.

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Buried hopes rise uncontrolled

Deeply moved, the years pour wet

Now before you, close enough to hold–

Once you were loved…did you forget?

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To survive, you put him of your head

When life forced you apart

Raised now, as if from the dead–

He was always alive in your heart.

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Hope stands innocent before you,

Dare you believe for keeps?

Is this your Lazarus, then,

The one who makes you weep?

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poem by Patty Perkins

*The One Year Bible, New International Version, copyright 1986, Tyndale House Publishers, Wheaton, Illinois.