Venice. The pearl of the Adriatic Sea. The queen of the seas. A city embraced by the waters.
Let this sea wash away the doubts and the sorrow; let this sea wash away the memories and the longing; let this sea drown the tears and clean the soul. Let the waves bring peace to the wandering minds.
The wind was howling through the night. The human-wolves were hunting in the darkness. Lies and betrayals were all around. The preying on the weak or the suffering was the way of living. The death and the wars were destroying the future. In the ashes of life, hope, scared and bleeding, was hiding. Angels were falling from the sky.
A moment of silence. The sound of crying. The tears of a child falling on the broken wing of an angel. A ray of light shining on the face of innocence. A pure soul washing the sins of an imperfect world. The revived hope.
Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me. Surely goodness and love will follow me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.
What do you hear? Nothing but the rain.
This is how the story should have begun. But that was a different story that what I’m writing now. I thought about it and I almost wrote it. But it’s not it’s time yet. Because that was a story of inner peace. And there are still some steps until then.
Inner peace is not that easy to find. Sometimes you just want something too much. Sometimes it’s too much love or too much hate. Sometimes you suffer for lost friends. Sometimes you yearn for long gone lovers. Sometimes you cry for those departed. It takes time to understand. It takes time to accept. It takes time to forgive. It takes time to move on. But you should never forget. And especially you should never forget all that was good. And, step by step, inner peace will come. Your friends and lovers will help, and so will your relatives, your teachers or your confessors. The Divinity and the Universe will conspire with your soul to bring back the peace.
A moment of suffering may seem like eternity. An eternity of happiness may pass like a moment. Sometimes when you’re in pain the entire world looks like an enemy. Sometimes when you’re happy you forget that the world still exists. And yet, the world doesn’t change. And yet, the time doesn’t alter its flow. A world full only of good people exists out there. A world full of good people that know or don’t yet know how good they are. Those who know, will help you when you’re in pain. It’s your job to show the others how good they are, and how good is the world around them, when you can. Some say that is easier for a man to destroy the Light inside himself than to defeat the darkness all around him. But that inner light can never be destroyed, only dimmed. And with care it can turn back to brighten the other dimmed lights that until then looked like a darkness.
The good people are here. And until the only noise we hear in our inner peace is that of the refreshing summer rain, remember – Ecce Homo.
