An eternity beneath the rush of song

Tuesday, October 18, 2011

When I go to Valley Forge Park, I park by the Washington Memorial Chapel and wind around, toward the cemetery and stand in my mother's company for a spell.  Sometimes the carillon bells ring, and when they do, I am stopped in my tracks, grateful that my mother has such a peaceful resting place, an eternity beneath the rush of song.

The bells were ringing Sunday.


septembermom said...

What a gorgeous piece of prose. Perfect photo to accompany your words too. Hugs to you my friend.

Serena said...

I love that sense of natural song.

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