9 Then he dreamed still another dream
He told for his brothers' esteem,
And said "Look, I have dreamed another
Dream. And this time, the sun, and mother
Moon, and eleven stars bowed to me."
10 So he told to his brothers gloomy
And to his father who rebuked him
And said, because his dream beduked him,
"What is this dream that you have dreamed?
Shall your mother and, as it seemed,
I and your brothers indeed come
To worship you to earth in sum?"
11 And his brothers envied him, but
His father kept in mind the spot.
Now even prophets must not be naive,
Expecting elders to give them reprieve
For proclamation of the honour due them.
No, no, the best plan is always to woo them.
Beloved, You cause Joseph the innocent
The suffering he endured where he was sent.
No father will condone a dead wife's station
Beneath a son, no matter what elation.
You ask, Beloved, too much of human pride.
Ask us for worship, fasting, and a side
Of charity to feed the poor, but not
That little brothers from whose noses snot
We've wiped away be raised to reign above
Their betters, no, the thing is unheard of.
From The Beloved and I by Thomas McElwain