Relief Poem by Hannington Mumo

The air is humid and the sun
Is a little orb peeping shyly between
The cumulus gaps, a cuckoo shrieks
And I look aside to see my shadow
Moving faster than my heavy legs.

Where I'm going I wonder,
Yet I keep walking toward the river.
There Agnes' eyes meet mine
And the mystery is solved.

We do things Apostle Paul would curse;
Little sins that would make Peter
Jump out of his skin, and John
Curse the mutiny of Satan.

After a most sinful two hours
I walk back home feeling innocent;
Cleansed and my heavy burdens taken -
Born again in the body and soul.