"I am Joseph, your brother. Does my father still live?"
His brothers stood stunned, speechless,
ridden with guilt.
"You may have meant me harm, but God had another plan,
"You may have meant me harm, but God had another plan,
figuring a way get us down to Egypt,
before the famine."
That was Joseph spinning
reframing, knitting
them back together,
If Joseph, thrown into a pit, sold into slavery,
can reframe a story, then anyone can,
Surely, you and me.
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