Benediction: A Lament of the Chronically Ill 

Benediction: A Lament of the Chronically Ill

by Carolyn Glackin
*Dedicated to those of us who struggle each day within the confines of a body plagued with illness.* 
This prison of skin and bone

Is my captor

Death my only hope of absolution 

Why have I done this to myself?

Who will help me seek my restitution?
Each new day arrives with aching horrors

An atrocity that never should unfold

These maladies that run all through my body 

A nightmare that’s perhaps best left untold
And how I long so badly to fly freely

So far beyond this dreaded mortal coil

And yet this is the very thing that’s needed 

To allow me to be with you for a while 
But never in this lifetime did I fathom

That I could conjure horrors such as this

And oh but if I could forsake it

Perhaps then I shall know eternal bliss 
The shackles of this vestige seem to taunt me

Remind me of a freedom I once knew 

In spirit form devoid of painful burdens

But then I couldn’t be here now with you
The song upon my lips a benediction 

As I beg my higher powers to set me free

To somehow let me live here in this body

With the peace that’s as of yet unknown to me
Each night as I am faced with each new morrow 

My body racked with weariness and pain

I tell myself the next day will be better

While knowing that my hopes are all in vain
But I know that there’s a lesson in this burden 

A wisdom meant to be revealed to me

And I hope that on the day I come to know it

That truth shall finally set this body free. 
Photo: Maren Kemp


He Wasn’t a Poet 

He Wasn’t a Poet 

by Carolyn Glackin

He wasn’t a poet, no
Nor was he a writer
In fact, he was known to be
A man of very few words
But he was kind and gentle
Loving and patient
Handsome and noble…
And, he had the bluest eyes
She’d ever seen…
She was the talker and the writer
He showed her his love in quieter ways
Flowers for no reason
Her favorite treats when she hadn’t asked
And all sorts of other little gestures
In his arms, she felt safe and adored
Gazing into his eyes, she glimpsed eternity
And no matter how much time passed between them
When he kissed her, an internal fire was ignited
A fiery passion was kindled
And their spirits soared
Floating into the ethers
Melding into oneness
Joining in the most sacred of ways
And so it was between them
She the talker and writer
He the thinker and doer
Doing their own thing
BEing fully themselves
Appreciating their differences
Two integral parts of a whole
Each complete in their own right
Living, loving, and laughing
For all time.

*Artwork by Freydoon Rassouli  



by Carolyn Glackin 
My beloved, 

I cannot speak to you 

With words of my own

For you know not of them

Nor can I speak to you 

With your words 

For I know not any

So I shall speak to you 

In the language of love

For those words we both know 

And my heart has plenty. 
*Radha Krishna artwork found on Pinterest.*


This thought popped into my head very early yesterday morning. What’s interesting about it is that it can be interpreted in two ways: 1) A person who is authentic and stands strong in their personal truths and convictions will be beautiful because the light of their soul is shining through for all to see; and 2) We are what we think and believe. So, it’s important to be mindful of our truths and convictions because ultimately, we become them and embody them.



Words are my own. 

Marilyn Monroe image found on Google. 

Andromedan Dreamer 

Andromedan Dreamer 

by Carolyn Glackin 
Into the woods I go so deep

To find myself 

To pray and weep

The flora and the fauna there 

Beloved answers to a prayer

Ancient trees have sheltered me 

Their wisdom brings me to my knees 

A child of the wild am I 

Renewed by moon and each sunrise 

When earthly life becomes too much

I go off seeking mother’s touch

I sink into her heart so dear 

And she restores me crystal clear 

A maiden of the stars I be

At peace in their tranquility 

From other realms my soul begotten 

Yet not a single one forgotten 

For I am joined by ancient ones

Together we have traversed suns

We come and go both near and far

Through time and space on shooting stars

With angels every night I fly

As they distill the tears I cry

And use them as a healing balm

To make this earth a touch more calm

Mother calls me back by day 

Reminds me that I’m here to stay 

It’s for the people that I’ve come

And how I love them, every one

For I was called forth by their cries

Which reached me in the starry skies

And in my heart I heard them well 

Their agony, their private hell

Never had I known this place

But how I love the human race

For in their hearts a treasure looms

Hidden now, revealed soon

I beg of you, don’t let fear blind you

The darkness always seeks to bind you

Fear not loves, stand strong, hold tight

We’re ALL children of the Light!

Through my love I hope you’ll see

Your worth and your divinity 

Angels always at your side

Each of you, the Beloved’s pride

Hear my voice please! Hear it well!

I call you forth now from this hell

Please try hard now to recall

Your loftiness before the fall 

I make of you this one request

‘Tis at the blessed one’s behest 

Go deep within now, seek your truth

Return to me then, bulletproof 

For you are made of greater things

Stardust, moonlight, angel wings

Here I stand now to remind you

Seek your own light, let it find you

And when your truth has set you free 

Shine in glory, let all see 

That you may waken other hearts

Your grace upon this world impart

Together then, all joined in love

At long last we’ll rise above.
Artwork: Magic River by Alosa of DeviantArt.

Nocturnal Musings 

As nighttime draws now to it’s close

I find myself in sweet repose
Preparing for my nightly slumber
Angelic dreams so full of wonder
But first I must recount my day
And think of all I had to say
Each day includes a worthy mission
To laugh, to love, to truly listen
Were my words kind, were my thoughts fair?
Was love expressed through all I shared?
Was I patient with each dear soul?
For all of that is each day’s goal
Perhaps it doesn’t seem like much
It’s not a job per se, as such…
My hope is through the love I’ve shared
A lonely heart or two is spared
And upon my countenance, a smile
For those that walked with me a while  
And so it is with gladdened heart
To the dream world I depart
Day is done now, gone’s the sun
Tomorrow is another one.
-Carolyn Glackin 
Painting found on Pinterest.