It tells and evokes so well do you ace a tragedy has shattered the depths of your soul their is no response or recourse to be found God is nowhere at least not in hearing distance you test every means  in sight the sky the forest of trees what comfort they can tenderly give you comfort from there great heights they are the masters of earth and sky but only silence echoes through your broken heart the wind calls wistfully it sound and touch brings sweet gentle comfort but fall short of the answer you desperately need you stumble and grab a clump of grass to stop from falling your mind reels even mote all though the darkness gives solace and comfort you wander on and then she heard the silver church bell ringing its joy bells it was a church member sounding the alarm bringing the pastor to the church and as he approached coming down the road he spotted the young lady picked her up and sped to the church where he gave aid before taking them on to hospital in a near by town. I happily interject my own ringing the silver church bell my reached all the way to Scotland I was in church and I was writing a piece about the service and from my Indian heritage  I changed the young lady praying up at the front to an Indian maiden with lovely words I sent it off thirty minutes later a response a young man in Scotland sent this message I m using your piece to get off drugs so i can be a father to my new baby boy   praise God forever. there is another silver bell in my piece lost friend