Joseph, a young Black Hebrew Israelite, 17 years of age, stood among the crowd, his eyes wide with a mix of fear and determination. The traders, with their hawk-like gazes, appraised him with interest. Despite the weight of chains binding his wrists, his spirit remained unbroken, a vivid contrast to the brightly colored stalls around him. Soon, he caught the attention of Potiphar, a high-ranking Egyptian officer, whose sharp eyes softened slightly as he evaluated Joseph's potential. "He seems different," Potiphar remarked, observing the young man's demeanor. With a nod, he finalized the purchase, and Joseph's journey in Egypt began.

Joseph quickly adapted to his new surroundings, his hands skillfully tending to the lush gardens that flourished under his care. His problem-solving abilities and kindness won over the household staff, who often marveled at how everything Joseph touched seemed to prosper. Potiphar watched with approval as his estate thrived. "Your trust in me is my greatest reward," Joseph expressed humbly, acknowledging Potiphar's decision to appoint him as overseer.

Potiphar's wife, driven by loneliness and jealousy, attempted to lure Joseph into her schemes. Her persistence created a tense environment within the household. To avoid her, Joseph employed clever tactics, narrowly escaping her grasp with humor and wit, much to the amusement of the staff. "I cannot betray my master's trust," Joseph would often say, maintaining his moral integrity.

With desperation in her voice, Potiphar's wife accused Joseph of attacking her, holding his discarded cloak as false evidence. Her tale, spun with malice, echoed through the once harmonious estate, now shrouded in a cold, oppressive silence. "I am innocent!" Joseph protested, his words falling on deaf ears as guards dragged him away, their footsteps resounding like thunder.

Initially overwhelmed by despair, Joseph slowly realized he had a choice: to let the darkness consume him or to bring light to his surroundings. Resolute, he began to organize the prisoners, transforming the squalid environment into a place of camaraderie and hope. A small garden, tended with care, offered bursts of color amidst the drabness, symbolizing resilience and faith. The prison keeper, a man hardened by years of duty, initially skeptical of Joseph, grows to trust him completely. He observed Joseph's influence with growing respect. "Even here, I shall thrive," Joseph declared, his spirit undeterred.

Joseph's unwavering faith in God, Yahweh, and integrity had transformed the prison, much like Potiphar's house before. His story, whispered among the prisoners, became a beacon of hope, hinting at the greatness that awaited him beyond the shadows. He befriends the other prisoners and, using his organizational skills, transforms the prison into a more livable space. Joseph was building camaraderie, organizing tasks, and even planting a small garden in the courtyard. In contrasts now the drab prison walls bursts with color and life, symbolizing change. All this blessings mirrors the earlier prosperity of Potiphar’s house, showing how Joseph’s faith and integrity can thrive even in the darkest places. For the Lord God blessed all the fruits of his hands. As he prays, the evening prayer, a sliver of light breaks through the prison bars as the sun sets on Egypt, shining at Joseph’s face and hinting at his destiny and his miraculous redemption from Yahweh.