Lebreton

I am writing about the Trappist monk, Christophe Lebreton today and reading again his diary. The mundane annoyance at a flat choir and lack of water is dovetailed with a deep theological reflection on Psalm 23. A simple life exposed to horrors of war ultimately dying after being kidnapped.
In his poems I find rest, the experience of reading them aloud brings something of the essence of him to my room. And with his essence comes the aroma of the divine. In his arguing with God there is growth and I pray that as I reflect my walk with the divine comes closer