by
Zellie M. Quinn on Jun 13, 2011 in
Poetry
By The Sea of Galilee
Walking softly to where he is
I kneel on the sand
Then rest my head against the stone
He sits upon
In the breeze
His cloak brushes against my cheek
I look upon the sea
He gazes on
Feeling the breeze that he feels
Smelling the sea as he smells it
I feel his peace
So near
He thinks about
Those who know him,
Those who don’t
And all whom he longs for
About all he must do
And suffer
To reach me and the others,
As the seagulls call
Sparkling waves crash their symphonies of praise
And men walk by the Sea of Galilee
Unaware of who sits upon the throne
Unaware of who will call them.
Zellie M. Quinn
Zellie Quinn first discovered she wrote poetry in the early 1980’s in Germany while in the Military. She found that if she flipped over the pages of important documents, the back side was a handy place to quickly write the soldier poems welling up in her. Of course when fellow soldiers began taking her poems, she learned that this was a bad thing, since during inspections missing pages on documents are not a good thing. Afterwards she obtained a degree in English, with an Emphasis on Creative Writing. She now lives in the Chicagoland area, with her husband and 5 children. For more poems and writings by Zellie M. Quinn, you can read her blog at http://zelliemquinn.wordpress.com/.