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Poem: “Our Very Selves…”

Our Very Selves…

The weight of our rebellions
So heavy
The savior falls to the ground and cries
“…Let this cup pass…”

But the angel comes
With a looking glass
Aimed at you and me
To show Him our
Mothers, fathers, sisters and brothers
Children, neighbors and friends
Our very selves…

The Angel whispers
‘The Lost will be found
The lame will walk,
The crippled beasts will become men once again”

Rising,
He declares to his Father
“Not my will, but Thy Will Be Done!”

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/.