Bats Are in His Belfry

Bats are in his belfry. When the cathedral’s bell tolls, they take furious flight, disturbing the quiet of his mind. Devotions depart on journeys to unknown and unknowable places. Try as he might, he cannot remain clear. The bats were not always there. They moved in after he came back from the war. He ministered to the troops then. But the chaplain finds himself unable to minister to himself now. He saw too much, heard too much. Disturbing things, painful suffering and death. Drones came out at dusk. At altitude and distance, in the shimmer of the day’s escaping heat, one could take them for bats.

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