We are upstairs in the pilgrim house dorm room when piano music reaches our ears. The playing is beautiful and my sister and I guess who is responsible for the beauty. I guess one of our fellow pilgrims, Michael, and my sister guesses Fr. Javier, our beloved priest. Curious, I creep down the outside garden steps and past the window that looks into the conference room with the piano. It is Fr. Javier playing.
I leave for the chapel across the street for Confession. When I return, the lovely music is still filling the house. I peek into the room and my two traveling companions are there, listening. I join them. Sometimes I watch Fr. Javier play, glancing between his fingers and the music. Other times, I sit with my eyes closed, simply delighting in the sound of classical music washing over me. He finishes, we clap, and he smiles.
"What else? Something by a Spanish composer. Ah, yes. This one." He finds the page. "I'm a romantic." I want to chime in, "Me too!" Fr. Javier continues, "This one is called "Eva and Walter," It is very nice. Very simple."
It is both. As he plays, I am picturing Eva and Walter sitting on a bench or walking through a park. At one point I believe I am in the perfect moment in time. Fr. Javier is filling the house with music, a gentle but steady rain is pouring through the opening in the garden roof, and Patricia (the hospitalera) is it the kitchen preparing supper. Here we are--a lovely family that eats together and prays together. This is "El Cuerpo de Cristo."
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