This past week I couldn’t hear the bells, any bells anywhere. I took this picture near the house where I stayed on the edge of a cliff.
A great thundercloud barrels toward me. In the distance, sun rays fan through the storm. In the distance, bells are ringing--somewhere, somewhere--too far away to hear. I cannot get to them. Cannot hear them. But they are waiting on the horizon.
The bells are waiting. And if I had not looked up from the edge of the cliff, I wouldn’t have known that.
LORE OF THE BELL:
Even if you can't hear them today,
somewhere the bells are ringing. Wait.