The God of Dreams

Joseph had a dream or two
That sent him on his way
And though the world caved in on him
God kept him every day.

He must have thought that things went wrong
And must have wondered why
Yet all along the way he went
God kept him by and by.

The dream that sent him on his way
Must have seemed a curse
But then it happened just as shown
As if a reading verse by verse.

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Holding Sand

Time is filled with many moments
And a life remembers some
With great joy
Or great pain
We hold such fleeting intensity
And forget how quickly
It is slipping through our fingers
Like sand
Even now.