Where is Joseph, in the scheme of things?

He ponders the task,

He wants to ask,

He wonders what the future brings.

A child in burial linen bathes

cave’s darkness with a hope,

young mother tries to cope,

as Joseph works securing days.

Wondering, considering his worth,

deep faith his strength,

and at any length

to witness such a holy birth.

Shepherds hear the angel’s glory,

wise men coming by a star

strangely there from very far,

but Joseph had to dream the story.

For Joseph, this birth was his beginning,

danger comes from a king,

so he’d have to bring

them to the desert, hiding.

His children grown, his labor done,

yet God was changing all his life

with this most young and holy wife

whose child they thought to be the One.

This man of stable strength, in times like this,

with temple members talking,

and Roman soldiers stalking,

is found to be a man of righteousness.

Blessed is the man who walks:

not in the counsel of the wicked,

nor stands in the way of sinners,

nor sits in the seat of scoffers;

but his delight is in the truth of Yahweh,
and on God’s way he meditates …day and night. ^{Psalm 1:1-2}