by Carolyn Glackin

She’s an enigma

A tale well told

Impossible to know

Yet a vision to behold

She’s the great mystery

That burns through the ages

Defying all truths

Stupefying sages

As elusive as

That hint of a dream

That flees when you awaken

But also every bit as real

As each breath you’ve ever taken

She’s as subtle as mist

Or a shy first time kiss

She’ll slip between your fingers

Yet even after she’s long, long gone

Something about her lingers

She’ll leave you perplexed

With your heart in a wreck

And your mind

In a state of confusion

‘Til you reach the point

Where you no longer know

If she’s real or just an illusion

And while you’re trying

To sort all that out

She’ll suddenly reappear

But just long enough

To make you wonder

If she ever was actually there

A hint of her smile

Will linger a while

As her name plays

On your lips

And just as you’re

About to recall it

It fades beyond your grip

And part of the lure

That attracts you to her

Is the way that

She keeps her distance

She’ll never allow you

To get very close

Despite your ongoing insistence

So try as you may

You’ll discover one day

That it’s best

To give her some space

‘Cause if you push her too far

She’ll take off for good

And you’ll never more see her face

So just let her be

The way that she is

She exists as both

Truth and fiction

A puzzle, a riddle, a paradox

She’s a beautiful contradiction.

Copyright Carolyn Glackin 2018.

*Image credited to Angela de la Agua.



by Carolyn Glackin
The cavalry is home again
And mother is so pleased
The good Lord kept them
Safe from harm
In the face of enemies
And oh they are a winsome lot
The most handsome one, her man
With eyes of blue and heart of gold
And skin once fair, now tan
For he hath toiled
The whole day through
Beneath the scorching sun
Not resting for a moment
Until the war was won
And every time he goes away
He brings her heart along
And the time apart
Reminds these two
That their love is pure and strong
Oh the cavalry is home again
And mother is overcome
She weeps with tears of gladness
As she looks upon her sons
Long gone now
Are the babes they were
And in their place stand men
She only hopes they truly know
How proud she is of them
She offers prayers of gratitude
That the good Lord spared each one
And begs peace upon this noble earth
Let the time of war be done!
Oh mother dear
Set your fears aside
Your men are in your sight
And revel in glad tidings
For the cavalry’s home tonight.
Copyright Carolyn Glackin 2018.

*Image credited to the rightful owner.

Mountain Mystic

Mountain Mystic
by Carolyn Glackin
And when those mountains
Sing their tune
Oh how my joyful heart does swoon
At night I swear I hear them pray
Lost in vespers, there I stay
And come the morn, in mist they rise
These lovely pillars of the skies
Sun-drenched peaks
Powdered with snow
Winking down at all below
Mighty giants of this earth
Existing far beyond our birth
Timeless knowledge, hidden truths
Long gone their days of restless youth
Sacred portals to other dimensions
Proffering routes to divine ascension
Inner worlds with beings unknown
No need to believe it, to each their own
Ascended masters gather there
Enoch, Kuthumi, wise and fair
Kwan Yin, Buddha, St. Germain
And many more that I could name
For when a mountain meets our eyes
There’s far more there than we realize.
Copyright Carolyn Glackin 2018.
Art credit: “Mountain Retreat,” by Chris Steele.


The term ‘motherland’ refers to one’s native country, but Gaia (the being who inhabits the earth), acknowledges no borders, boundaries, or dividing lines upon her land. The entire planet is, in fact, the motherland. We are one world and one people, if we could only remember.

by Carolyn Glackin
Oh the Mother
How she cries
How she shrieks, and wails, and moans
In an endless lamentation
That I feel deep within my bones
Sometimes she is angry
Like when people strip her bare
And she yells in thunderous rage
While I remind her life’s not fair
Quite often, she is somber
Like when she tells me of our birth
As I hear the death knell ringing
From all corners of the earth
She said our souls are cosmic
And we come here from afar
But she, Gaia, is our mother
Even though we hail from stars
She tells me of our bodies
How she fashions them with love
From her soil, we arise
Upon our death, we rise above
Then one day she told me
That she gifted us with color
Never knowing it would cause us
To turn from one another
She thought we’d see the beauty
Of all the different hues
And it absolutely kills her
That we pick sides, wage wars, abuse
Sometimes her heart’s so heavy
That I swear I hear it beating
As she mourns lives lost to bloodshed
And history repeating
There are those precious moments
When she’ll smile and laugh and sing
Like when the sun is shining
And when truth and freedom ring
I ask about her scars
Seen all throughout the land
She says she loves them dearly
In ways I wouldn’t understand
I ask her if she hates us
If she wishes we would leave her
But she says we are her heart
Though we forsake her and deceive her
The Earth can do without us
She’d thrive and flourish sweetly
It’s we humans that need her
So fully and completely
So doesn’t that say something?
Is not the message clear?
We abuse her and defile her
And yet, she keeps us safely here
I know of no love greater
No love more pure and true
Than a love that’s given freely
Yet asks not a thing of you.
Copyright Carolyn Glackin/The Angel Scribe 2018.
Art by Jenness Cortez Perlmutter.


No need to become

When you can just simply be

And there’s nothing to seek

When instead, you can see

There’s nothing to learn

And yet plenty to know

There’s a journey before you

And yet nowhere to go

You don’t need to be more

In fact, less is ideal

So remove all your masks

Let your soul be revealed

You’ve nothing to gain

And nothing to win

For the treasure you seek

Awaits you within

You see, when we arrive here

We have all that we need

But soon, we’re blindsided

By hatred and greed

Some hunger for power

Some clamor for fame

And our truth is obscured

By sorrow and shame

Yet the answer’s not found

In external places

And this is a fact

That our world now faces

Salvation lies waiting

But not in a church

Nor will you find it

Through endless research

Leave all that aside now

For it’s time to begin

Come home to your truth

By going within.

Copyright Carolyn Glackin 2018.

Image credited to the rightful artist.


Title: Unwritten
Subtitle: Sanctus Dei, Nobis Revelare

Holy God, reveal us!
Remove from our hearts
This fright
Deliver us to the day
There ending the long, dark night.
©Carolyn Glackin 2018.

by Carolyn Glackin
I am but one of many
Come in the long, dark night
You may not know me by name
But by power, force, and might
You might think of us as soldiers
Volunteered to save this earth
And give rise to a peaceful world
By right of mankind’s birth
We come not seeking glory
We are not here for your acclaim
But brethren, please know this
Once we’re done,
Things won’t be the same
There exists no army to stop us
No battalion could strike us down
For we are empowered by love
The best enforcer around
Don’t look for wings upon us
We’re no longer of the sky
Long ago we did forego
That which set us aloft so high
We are stationed all over your world
In every corner and nook
By year, we grow in number
You have only but to look
We are the sons and daughters
Of the great one beyond the sky
And we come here to represent
To exalt and to glorify
For you, a downtrodden race
Who’ve completely forgotten your worth
You lie about in your shame
Plagued by sorrow, adversity, and dearth
Rise up now, Adonai’s children!
Don’t you know?
We are one and the same?
Stop looking to point a finger
There is no one to admonish or blame
Look but to yourself for power
Look but to yourself for might
For when you remember your worth
‘Tis you who will rule the night!
My brothers and sisters, please hear me
The love that you seek is here!
But never will your eyes spy it
So long as you exist in fear
Your soul has been sullied by guilt
Your spirit is reeking of shame
But I ask you this question, my loves
Do you not know from whence you came?
So noble were your beginnings
So lofty, so regal, so proud
And now you scuttle about
Your truth lost to the earthen shroud
I beg of you, please remember!
For the end of an era is nigh
We are not beholden to earth
Let us return to the sky!
Rise up now sons and daughters!
For I am the truth that sings
I shall sing but for to reveal you
That you might recall your wings
Then we shall fly home together
Not in body, but in mind
And the earth will inherit the future
That was always meant for mankind
And we’ll build a new world together
We shall bless it with mesh and gold
Bit by bit, and piece by piece
Paved with truth and love, as foretold
Yes, we will give rise to a story
But still there’s much planning to do
Oh my dear ones, please remember!
Do you not know the writer is you?!
In you alone, lies the power
In you alone, waits the glory
We come but to remind you
You are the heroes of your story.
Copyright Carolyn Glackin 2018.
Image credited to the rightful owner.

‘Sanctus Dei, nobis revelare’ is Latin for ‘holy God, reveal us.’ While writing the poem, ‘sanctus Dei’ came to me. I’m not sure why, as I’ve not studied Latin in this lifetime, and yet Latin words occasionally appear in my mind when writing about subject matters relating to God.

‘Adonai’ is an archaic term for God.

The Meaning of Life

The Meaning of Life
by Carolyn Glackin
I called out to the cosmos
“Please tell me your answer true!”
“What is the meaning of life?!”
And I heard:
“YOU are, child! It’s YOU!”
Copyright Carolyn Glackin 2018.

*Image credit: Heatherlee Chan.

Irish Eyes

Irish Eyes

by Carolyn Glackin ☘

Oh when Irish eyes are smiling

Tisn’t a problem in sight

Danny Boy finally comes home

All wrongs are set to right

Oh when Irish eyes are smiling

There’s nary a cloud in the sky

Everyone’s dancing a jig

And the beer mugs never run dry

Oh when Irish eyes are smiling

You just can’t help but join in

There’s gaiety and laughter

And a lighthearted feeling within

Oh when Irish eyes are smiling

All the questions in life have answers

And wherever music is played

We turn into Riverdancers

And when my Irish eyes are smiling

It’s because I’ve got something to say

Just wanted to wish one and all

A Happy St. Patrick’s Day!!

Copyright Carolyn Glackin 2018.

Image credited to the rightful owner.



by Carolyn Glackin

I’ve forgotten who told me

That the world wasn’t good

But needless to say

They misunderstood

For here there is beauty

Untouched by man

All in accordance

With nature’s plan

Here there are blue skies

And rivers and seas

Flowers that bloom

Mountains and trees

There is rugged terrain

There are prairies and brooks

There are valleys and fjords

Unheard of in books

There are animals

Of all shapes and sizes

There are beautiful sunsets

And gorgeous sunrises

There are islands and jungles

Where ripened fruits grow

There are tundras and glaciers

Adorned with fresh snow

There are sun drenched deserts

Gladly cooled by the moon

There are star kissed skies

That make lovers swoon

There are caverns and caves

As well as moors and plains

And with all of this beauty

There’s no room for disdain

Our world is comprised of

Magic and mystery

As well as all kinds of people

Culture and history

This world is a blessing

It’s our gift to uphold

And we must care for it

As time has foretold

So please do not question

Whether the world is good

But instead ask yourself

If you’ve misunderstood.

Copyright Carolyn Glackin 2018.

Image credited to the rightful owner.