We walk into the piazza, savoring our gelato. Across the square is a church, its windows spilling light out into the piazza. Through the doors walks a steady stream of priests and nuns, it is Easter week after all. I decide to go in, and a few of my group follows in with me. I walk down the isle, bow, and kneel in a pew. A few seconds later my friend slips in next to me. It is totally silent, like only a place of worship can be. As I sit there, meditating in the silence, I am again struck by that same sense of awe I experienced on the hilltop in Athens. That night something happened to me. I am still not entirely sure what, but since my return from Rome, I have been more at peace with myself and the world. I’m not sure why or how, but it took the majesty of the Old World to help be survive in My World.
The photo is one of mine. It is of the church on the piazza.