You stand at water's edge,
at a place only imagined
for twenty years or more,
a place medieval, yet
vibrant, alive even in the quietest coves,
and you realize that dreams live here,
that this is more a place of winding narrow streets
and green water canals,
of roof gardens and sunlit plazas,
more than a destination,
It is a reminder that visions,
even those born of fiction, poetry and
are often more true that truth,
waiting for the hand of God
to prepare you
for their coming.
The picture was taken in Venice. You can click on it for a larger image.
Habakkuk 2:3 reads ""But these things I plan won't happen right away. Slowly, steadily, surely, the time approaches when the vision will be fulfilled. If it seems slow, do not despair, for these things will surely come to pass. Just be patient! They will not be overdue a single day!"