Christ's Journal

by Paul Alexander Bartlett

whose kindness, love of beauty and of place

will always be greatly missed.

Christ’s Journal

Peter’s Home

Elul 10

T

he sun is setting. The evening is very warm. Across the fields I hear children’s voices as they play.

This evening I have been reading the Psalms and their beauty fills my mind. I have decided to write my thoughts, not because I am a psalmist, but because I hope to get closer to the meaning of life. Of course I should have started writing long ago. When I was in the wilderness I had an opportunity. Now, it is hard for me to find the time, and writing is not a habit of mine and does not come easily.

However, like a shepherd, I shall gather together my thoughts, watching for strays. In spite of vigilance my thoughts may wander.