The soul of Jesse Owens33

We ran twelve and a half miles. Nathan was ahead of me and Casey was behind me.

Casey was breathing so heavily: “Huh! Huh!”

And Nathan, was he walking or running? God alone knows.

After we ran five and a half miles, all of a sudden I saw Jesse Owens’ soul around my head, looking at me. It was full of love, softness and tenderness, and I stopped to help it.

When I came back from running, one of the disciples gave the news that Jesse Owens had died.

RB 160. 31 March 1980