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.
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.
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