Scroll of Psalm began as a private habit — short lines written in the middle of ordinary days, addressed less to a page than to God directly. Over time those lines gathered into something closer to a psalter: forty-six pieces, none longer than a breath, none meant to be argued with, all meant to be said slowly.
The title is literal. A scroll unrolls one panel at a time; it does not hand you the whole story at once. Volume One moves the same way — from love, to salvation, to exaltation, into the darker verses of doubt and longing, and out again toward wisdom, understanding, and light. It is less a book to finish than a room to sit in.
The candle that appears again and again across the collection — lit, guarded, sometimes nearly gone out — is the closest thing the book has to a plot. Everything else is psalm: praise, confession, petition, and the occasional argument with the dark.
Every title in Volume One, in the order they appear on the scroll.
Olari Sunday writes devotional poetry that treats scripture as a living language rather than a quotation — psalms for a reader who wants to sit with a single verse, not scroll past it.