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