too weak to enter.
I hold my shadow down as it
tries to escape, shut the windows,
bar the doors, imagine myself
bright and shiny.
I am Joseph in the bor, the pit, empty of water,
but full of scorpions and serpents.
There is no one to listen
to my dreams, no one to interpret them but God.
Or I am Pharaoh.
do not satisfy me, I do not find any relief.
Who will interpret for me?
God will heal you with your own
wounds, declares the prophet Jeremiah.
Republished from Forward.com.