“Cave of Promise”

Joseph wept with trembling grace, His father’s face in final rest. A kiss upon the silent brow, Love poured out, a soul confessed.

The healers came with careful hands, to wrap the years in linen white. Egypt mourned with solemn hearts, Seventy days, no end in sight.

Then Joseph spoke with humble plea: “Let me fulfill my father’s vow. To Canaan’s cave, where promise sleeps, I’ll lay him down in sacred ground.”

Pharaoh nodded, hearts aligned, And Egypt’s nobles joined the way. Chariots rolled, the crowd was vast, A nation bowed in grief that day.

At Atad’s threshing floor they paused, seven days of sorrow sung. The land was marked by mourning deep, where tears and honor both were wrung.

Then sons of Jacob bore him home, To Machpelah’s quiet tomb. Where Abraham once bought the field, and hope was planted in the gloom.

Joseph returned, the vow complete, His father’s rest a holy sign. That even death cannot erase the covenant of love divine.

© Susan Ruth Robertson 6309251961