Psalm of the Cave
The memory of the cave was a cold stone in his belly, even now, years later, seated on a cedar chair smoothed by time. David shifted, the royal purple heavy on his shoulders, and stared at the blank parchment. The…
The Miner’s Lesson
The fire had burned low, a bed of crimson coals pulsing like a tired heart in the hearthstone’s black embrace. Old Elam’s hands, mapped with a lifetime of grime etched deep into the creases, rested on his knees. They were…
The King’s Sleepless Honor
The night was the kind that clung to the skin, hot and airless even within the marble halls of Susa’s citadel. King Ahasuerus, a man accustomed to every comfort, found no solace in his silken sheets. Sleep was a fugitive….
Solomon’s Wisdom at Gibeon
The air at Gibeon was thick with the smell of earth and smoke. It clung to Solomon’s robes as he stood before the ancient bronze altar, a relic from the wilderness days that his father David had brought up here,…
The King Who Found the Lost Law
The air in Jerusalem tasted of dust and old stone. It was the thirty-first year of King Josiah’s life, the eighteenth of his reign, and the scroll in his hands felt heavier than any crown. The words, read aloud in…
Altar of Incense
The air in the tent was thick with dust motes, dancing in a single slat of harsh sunlight that cut through the gap in the canopy. Bezalel wiped his brow with the back of his wrist, leaving a smudge of…
Jacob’s Crossed-Hand Blessing
The room smelled of dust and lamp oil, and of a body that had been still for too long. The afternoon light, thick and golden, fell in a heavy slab across the foot of the bed where Jacob lay. It…
Hagar’s Flight and Promise
The years in Canaan had settled into a rhythm of dust and promise. The sun, a constant bronze coin in the vast sky, beat down on the flocks Abram tended, and on the quiet, spacious tents of his household. Inside…
Peter’s Final Testament
The ink was dry, but the words still felt wet to the mind, heavy with the salt of a distant sea. Simon Peter, an old man now, sat not on a fishing boat’s thwart but on a simple stool, the…
The Merchant’s Reckoning
The air in the lecture hall was thick, not just with the heat of too many bodies packed onto rough wooden benches, but with the scent of lamp oil, old scrolls, and ambition. Philemon, a Greek merchant of some means,…