The hills are shrouded in fog
The steeple hidden from our eyes
A world buried and muffled
Vanished into the sky
Land is swallowed whole
Entire
Nothing remains beyond our door
But the Angelus
Sounding the call
It tells us we are not alone
The bells peal through mists
Countering the rains
And dark clouds that have descended
The world has not vanished
Hope remains clear
Musical
Ringing through the darkness
To reach our door ~ Caroline A. Slee