The past they say
often returns to haunt your heart

Fertile years traced themselves into days of famine

And now after years of Joseph's Egypt days
his brothers came seeking food

In their gnawing days of poverty

Where pangs of hunger plow their souls
like tenants in once fertile soil

But today their heavy hands reach toward a stranger
as the brothers ask:

"Can you save our lives?"

Or is he somehow known to them?

His tone is strange and manner rough

But his tenderness opens their hearts

As his command opens the silos of wheat

They shall not leave wanting

And as the mystery unfolds
as one of the master's sacred dreams

Another step closer is taken to understanding
that dreams may reflect the future

While somehow food of the soul
mirrors break broken with family

Rabbi Tad Campbell