Violin by fr Ignacio Larranaga

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THE VIOLIN. By Fr. Ignacio Larrañaga

Pain progressed at a continuous crescendo. He was contorted crying out to God, and when the pain came and exceeded the parallel of human resistance, no one will ever know what happened to the crucified brother.

Pain and pleasure identified. The Calvary and mount Tabor embraced and melted. No one will be able to explain whether Francis was in the body or out of it, whether he lost his sense or was momentarily snatched from the land of the living. The fact is that he began to hear the arpeggios of a violin, apparently executed by an angel. Music made them lose the boundaries between pain and pleasure.

Afterwards, as one who wakes up from a sweet dream, the poor man of GOD returned to himself: "Brother Leo, if the angel had struck one more chord, I would have died right there." Mercy: you must also write this word in capital letters, brother Leo.

There was, however, one night when all the locks went off. Desolation hit the bottom that night. The FATHER withdrew all consolation from him. It would be said that the forces of hell were unleashed falling together in one final assault on the poor sick.

That night, he wished to die to be free from suffering.

At midnight, at the highest moment, he was embedded in a desperate impulse to cry: "Lord my God, until when?" I can't take it no more. Take me away. ”

All of a sudden,everything started moving. It was Jubilee. It was hive, tenderness, drunkenness.

🎗Brother Lo, pass me the violin, said Francis. Leo thought he was delusional, and he spoke to him like a little child:

🎗You're dreaming, dear Francis. 

The fiddle thing was last night, days ago. Violins are no more, Brother Francisc.

🎗 How many times must I tell you, Leo, that only the blind will see wonders? Come on out side. Cut two pretty thick branches off the cherry tree in front of the door and bring them to me.

He brought them to him. Francis took them. He placed a branch supporting one tip in his hand and the other on his shoulder, violin mode. With his right hand he took the other branch as if it were the bow of a violin.

And Francis was "absent" all night. Until dawn he didn't stop passing one branch on top of the other, as if he were performing a sonata. He opened his mouth like he was singing. He looked up with his blind eyes wide open like he saw something. That's how it went all night. His soul was completely absent.