Love

“And it came to pass, when he had made an end of speaking unto Saul, that the soul of Jonathan was knit with the soul of David, and Jonathan loved him as his own soul.” I Samuel 18:1 The birds on the Judean plain still sang. The locusts whirred their dusty serenade. The soft evening breeze brushed the tops of the olive trees. But the poet in David, ordinarily so attuned to every nuance in nature, was aware of none of these. Every beat of his heart, every breath he inhaled, brought with it...