FATHER JOSEFO AND THE DOVE

"The priest, alone in the church, intended to leave everything in order and leave soon. His Thursday afternoon schedule had ended and after the last confession, he wanted to take care of things in the neighborhood himself, in favor of the parishioners. As he turned to leave, a reflection of light passed through his peripheral vision and, surprised, he saw the tallest stained glass of one of the twenty long windows on that side being illuminated by the sun. It was a drawing of a dove seen from above in a flying position, surrounded by golden aura. If it was not strange that only that dove was illuminated by the sun, with all the stained glass having the same opacity, the glass broke into several pieces in a violent explosion and the priest fell, holding his holy rosary tight in his hands and offering prayers and the sign of the cross. A white dove invaded the church and started attacking the priest by pinching his eyes. It was a dove so white and graceful, flapping its wings, suspended in the air. A bird large for the bearing of a dove. He looked like the holy spirit, but his eyes were yellow, flaming and demonic. The afflicted man held the bird in the air, but the wings, like a two-bladed propeller, scratched and bruised his face making him give up and crawl for the door. He rose, stumbling and falling. He was blind in one eye and tried to orient himself by feeling the wall. The dove attacked the priest again, who protected himself with his hands. He managed to get out of the church and fumbled for his car keys. When he found himself surrounded by the faithful, he accelerated, threatening to run over them, overcome with despair. I wanted to escape to any place far away. When the church was opened the next morning and the first believers sought the house of God for their prayers, the first screams were heard. On the altar wall, in the place where there was a plaster christ, Father Josephus crucified in the place. Hands and feet nailed to the cross the way Jesus was nailed. Beneath his feet is a banner on which the words were read: "A man of God endeavors, so that the spoils of his work may rot at the feet of men.

The dove flew high through the skies, crossing oceans, continents and marking its passage in time and in the history of men, those bitterly marked to suffer the design of their brand. In the cemetery, at the back of the church, the commotion was immense. The crying and wailing echoed so loudly that hearts bursting in pain were audible. Many people cry for Father Josefo. The open coffin. They kissed him, held his hands. They prayed the rosary. They consoled themselves among them, remembering how horrible his death had been. Finally the coffin came down, was covered with earth. A marble slab and wreaths of flowers and candles, many candles. When only the dead watched over him, in the silence of the night, under the full moon, the sound of the stone slab being dragged was heard. The cold, heavy air was regurgitated out of the tomb and a coyote howled in the distance. A hand appeared raised and open and then closed and a loud cry came out. Which made the coyote's howl or the owl's hoot sound like baby cries. The priest sat on the grave and with the demon's smile on his face he said: - Who can join after it is spilled? Started. Ah, ha, ha ha ha ha ha! "