🌿 Never Alone — A Poetic Reading
It looked like he was alone
when the brothers walked away,
their voices fading into the distance
as the pit swallowed his childhood dreams.
But the pit was not empty.
God was already there.
It looked like he was alone
when the caravan carried him far from home,
past the hills he once played on,
past the tents where his father prayed.
But the desert winds whispered a secret:
God was riding beside him.
It looked like he was alone
in Potiphar’s house,
a stranger in a strange land,
a servant with no rights,
a young man with no defender.
But even Potiphar could see it—
the Lord was with Joseph.
It looked like he was alone
when the prison doors clanged shut,
when false accusations chained his future,
when darkness wrapped around his name.
But mercy walked into the cell with him,
and favor lit the corners of the dungeon.
It looked like he was forgotten
when the butler walked free
and Joseph remained behind.
But heaven had not forgotten.
God was writing a story
that required Joseph to wait
until the exact moment
destiny opened its door.
It looked like he was alone
when he stood before Pharaoh,
a Hebrew slave in a royal court.
But wisdom flowed like a river,
and God’s presence crowned him
with authority no man could deny.
It looked like he was alone
when he wept over the brothers
who once betrayed him.
But God had walked with him
through every valley,
so he could stand in that moment
with forgiveness in his hands
and love in his voice.
Joseph was never alone—
not in the pit,
not on the road,
not in the house,
not in the prison,
not in the palace.
For the God who called him
never left him.
The God who shaped him
never abandoned him.
The God who purposed him
never forgot him.
And the boy who seemed forsaken
became the man who saved nations.
He was never alone—
because God was always writing
a greater story.
Susan Barker Nikitenko 2026©

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