I’m a HUGE fan of S. Thomas Summers’ poetry. I reblog his work often. He’s just started a series of Biblical poems that I’m enjoying so much. The one he posted today choked me all up and I wanted to share it. It’s absolutely so tender…
After being sold into slavery by his brothers, and rising to a position of political and national influence in the very nation he was once a slave, Joseph greets his brothers years after they betrayed him.
Moreover Joseph kissed all his brethren,
and wept upon them:
and after that his brethren talked with him.
Tell me, said Joseph,
and he listened to his brothers,
even as torches were lit
to carve sight
into night’s shadow
and they told stories
of their children’s laughter,
of the wrinkles that etched
their faces as time etches stone.
Sorrow and joy pooled
in Joseph’s eyes and he wept,
he wept and sang
with his brothers once again.