A Rough Night I heard the bells call the monks at Vigils and briefly considered rousing myself to join them. I didn’t. I prayed instead, requesting comfort for my loved ones. At Lauds, the bells clanged again. I counted, but lost track. Were they fainter, or was I exhausted from fretting and praying for healing and release? At Terce, I knew the other guests were awake. Moving toward their prayers. Yet, I still lay abed seeking solace and sleep. Until finally at Sext the bells rang softly bringing me peace.