I saw your god shaking on the ground,
a teenage boy, high school football player.
He’d had his bell rung and I was helping the trainer get him back to the locker room. We were walking slowly along the unlit gravel access road between the football field and the woods.
The kid was crying out in some language I’d never heard before. (Was it Latin?)
Finally he turned to Terry, the trainer and said “I’m sorry I couldn’t make it to the wedding… it was the weather. I couldn’t see!” Terry grabbed the boy by the jersey and screamed at him. “Fuck you Dad! I hate you!” and he dropped him and stormed off. I was helping the kid back up when suddenly he sprinted off in the opposite direction towards the woods. So I gave chase, the kid was hurt and obviously he didn’t know where or who he was. About 15 yards into the woods I couldn’t see a damn thing, it was pitch black. I stopped to listen. I couldn’t hear anything but my own breathe and the faint sounds of the football stadium. I knelt down peering ahead trying to let my eyes adjust to the darkness. I saw a dim glowing blueish light off in the distance. It seemed to be moving. Then I also thought I heard some tinkling bells. I walked towards the light. But whenever I began to move the light would stop and then I would stop and then then the light would move again. Finally with the hair standing up on the back of my neck I inhaled deeply and just ran as fast as I could towards it. The last thing I remember was falling and falling into the light and seeing a face.
A face that I recognized but couldn’t place.
