Sheila's Dribs 'n Drabs

In Celebration of Thanksgiving and this week's wonderful  Festival of Drabbles 9. Rejoicing in Egypt Trapped by soldiers, they had no choice but to return. Accused by pharaoh’s man, they had no defense. Betrayed again by friendship’s  pretense , the brothers marched in chains on desert sand. From dusty field to towering citadel; through golden gates to tapestried halls; from freedom to imprisonment, till they stood at the throne and begged, “Take me, not Ben.” Then the foreign lord hugged the youngest, son of his mother, dearest to his soul. “What you meant for ill, God made for good,” said Joseph, and welcomed them all. So the family were fed and found safety in Egypt ’s land. Thank you God  for the mystery and wonder of your plans.

“I had a dream,” said the brother, the pain. “What sort of dream?” asked his Mom. “I dreamed that you and Dad and all the brothers bowed down to me.” His brothers beat him up. “I had a dream,” said the brother, the pain. “What sort of dream?” “That everyone’s sheaves of corn bowed down to mine.” His brothers beat him up. “I had a dream,” said the brother, the pain, but the others didn’t wait; they sold him as a slave. “I had a dream,” said the brother in jail, and God gave him promises and a future instead.