The bell’s deep echo echoed through the monastery, signaling the end of Vesper prayers. Stiffly and without any words exchanged, I and the two brothers nearby me rose. Besides the heaven’s eternal progress, the ring of the brass bell was the only indication of passing time. I knew that time passed, and despite being a monk, a holy man, death still held fear for me. Talking was not permitted; I didn’t know if the others felt as strongly as I did. But one day not so far in the future, I knew the bell would one day ring for me.
 Attingere · Sun Jan 28, 2007 @ 03:24am · 0 Comments |
