“The passing of centuries had left their marks of decay…”

The morning air was fresh as I walked along the winding street down to the Venetian harbour. My muffled footsteps disappeared amidst the sound of distant splashing waves. Suddenly, I stopped by a sand stone wall with a resplendent red door. The passing of centuries had left their marks of decay, yet resilience and defiant beauty were still apparent.

“The aroma of traditional Mediterranean food mingled with the melodic sound of music”

Walking through the quaint picturesque town, I stopped by a cafe adorned in radiant colours. Stepping inside, the aroma of traditional Mediterranean food mingled with the melodic sound of music, manifested a beautiful setting. The warm smile and open hearts of the workers greeted us with traditional Greek hospitality. At once, a sense of gratitude filled my heart.

“Archaic and worn with the passage of time…”

The smell of burning wood permeated the cold winter morning. Walking alone, my footsteps my only companion, I discovered a staircase. Archaic and worn, it was nevertheless beautiful to behold in its antiquity. There was a profound stillness and aura of peace pervading the monastery. In deep reverie, the poignancy of the psalmist’s words stirred my soul.

“Be still and know that I am God Psalm 46:10