Do the bats in your belfry bother you, or do you carefully count them out and back again at dawn and dusk, mindful of each individual member of the congregation? Here at the bottom looking up are committed campanologists, signalling the changing of the tides by the heaving and letting go of yokes on ropes. Matins to compline, all is in order, and if we listen closely we may hear the soft hushed slip of uncommon prayer book covers being caressed by those who come rain or shine to let the words fall sensuously into the praise-filled air, saturated by centuries of liturgical love.
© Keren Dibbens-Wyatt 2016
Photo by Keren Dibbens-Wyatt