My name is Joseph, dreamer of dreams, man of many colors, sold into exile by my envious brothers, falsely accused by one scorned, imprisoned and forsaken yet my Lord finds favor in me…and I prosper.
I see the City of Zion glorious and blazing in the mid day sun…many are called, few are chosen…to enter her wondrous gates. Zion, the refuge, from mock trials and trivial persecutions, from the wilderness of ridicule and the desert of doubt, from the abyss of the single minded and myopic, from the chaos of those who relish discord, from the whimpering of those who are weak and from those that wield the staff of manipulation, mediocrity and deceit…
My name is Joseph, my father mourns thinking I am dead, through lies yet the Lord protects me…and I prosper. I see the gates of Zion far off in the distance…my feet ache to tread on her blessed soil yet my progeny shall find sanctuary behind her walls, the weeping and wailing shall give way to rejoicing and praise…
My name is Joseph, long suffering are my children, miss-guided chasing shadows and glorifying shame…oh the Earth reeks of the waste from their wealth squandered…Zion, no need for money…Zion, no need for clothes….naked, pure, without shame or lust, thus in Zion all are equal in spirit, yes in Zion there are no casts, no tribes, no miscreants…my father shouts with joy knowing that I am safe…the Lord continues to look favorably upon me…and I prosper!
My name is Joseph, dreamer of dreams, man of many colors, teller of truths; hold fast to thy honor and integrity…these; my children are the keys to the gates...behold the sun and she is magnificent!
Post Script:
Stand by my side Sweet Mystery…there is faith, joy, love and much laughter for thee…in Zion.
Thus ends the Musings of Sergio Diablo.
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