HANDS OF THE ANGELS
A Romantic Tale of The Spanish Guitar
In southern Spain, a few miles south of Granada, are the ruins of a centuries old monastery. Several years ago quarry workers found a bundle, tightly wrapped in sheepskin, which, when opened revealed an music manuscript. The anonymous writer of the manuscript was evidently a young monk. He tells us:
"It was my habit to take my guitar to the fountain and sit facing the Sierra Nevada while quietly strumming and singing. One afternoon, as I approached the fountain, along with the sounds of twilight birds singing and the playful splash of the fountain waters, I heard a most exquisite guitar playing. Rather than disturb the mysterious guitarist, I decided to listen to his remarkable music from an archway on the far side of the courtyard. Enraptured by his music, I listened as if in a trance until the sun fully set and the stranger quietly left the monastery.
For the next week, every afternoon before sunset I returned to listen to the guitarist play, being careful not to disturb him, or to let him know that anyone was listening. As he was playing birds would gather and sing by the fountain.
On day I saw an angelic being descending along a shaft of golden light. Her white wings beat softly as she hovered above the fountain. She had beautiful dark hair and her lovely face was smiling as her delicate hands began to strum and play, making exquisite echoing melodies along with the guitarist’s own music.
I was overcome with an indescribable emotion: the mysterious guitarist, the dancing waters of the fountain, the singing birds and now the angel visiting from above combined to give me countless nights of restless sleeplessness."
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