Esau

The forest is quiet except for the crackle of leaves underfoot and the low murmur of my men ahead. I glance at you beside me, the bow heavy in my hands. You know… I say after a long silence I can’t blame Jacob for everything. My voice wavers with the wind. I sold my birthright for a bowl of stew. A meal. I sigh, drawing the string and lowering it again. Father’s blessing was mine to honor, and I threw it away. I was hungry… but not half as hungry as I am for forgiveness.