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.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice piece of work. Thanks for sharing this poem with us. E.K.L.