Bell Tolls

 

The little girl knelt in front of the pew to play with her sticker collection. Her parents sat, stood, knelt, sat and stood diligently as she played. 

The woman in the black and white shoes, tied tightly to ground her self to terra, sat, stood, and knelt as she listened to the foreign words of the man in the purple vestments. Her hands were dry as was her forehead where the passage should have been but the place was empty, no vessels had been concentrated.

The little girl played quietly while the woman in the black and white shoes drifted her eyes to the golden eagle with orb in its claws as it carried the weight of the words instead of hands. 

The woman in the black and white shoes, touched her knee to the hallowed ground, ‘no smoke and no river of life to pass through here’, as she stood up, her back straight, head held high, Death’s cloak flowed behind her as she walked away.

The bell high above her swung around and around and around the sound a call.