Hold the Applause

Hold the Applause
by Carolyn Glackin
And isn’t it a shame
That some folks
Have to seek fortune and fame
Cheers and applause
And endless words of acclaim
Before they’ll even believe
That there’s worth to their name?
Wow, that’s insane!
My friend,
You’ve been worthy beyond measure
Since well before you came
You are precious and loved
So don’t you ever stand in shame!
Hold your head high, stand tall!
Oh, and as for the fame
Every angel above
Knows you by name
They’ll be singing your praise
Until the end of days
And the beloved Creator
Loves you in countless ways
So you see, my friend
Hollywood can wait
You don’t need to seek fame
You were born great.
Copyright Carolyn Glackin 2018.
Image credited to the rightful owner.


A Tribute to Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. 

In honor of Martin Luther King Jr. Day, I’m reposting this tribute piece that I wrote last year. My hope is that not only will we keep Dr. King’s dreams alive, but that we’ll also bring them to fruition.


Carolyn Glackin 

Dear Dr. Martin Luther King,

I don’t mean to bother you 

While you’re up there soaring

On your well deserved angel wings

I just wanted to talk to you 

You know, say a few things

It might seem that this world 

Has forgotten you at first glance

But that would never happen sir

No, not a chance

You see Dr. King, 

You taught us a great deal while you were here

You showed us there was light in the dark 

And taught us there was bravery in fear

Dr. King, this surely is your day 

But I would never want you to assume 

That it’s the only one 

In which I remember you this way

You see, I took your lessons to the heart 

So it doesn’t matter 

That we’re now far apart

I know things here are looking ominous and scary

I know that many hearts 

Are full of fear 

And souls are weary

And though the hour 

In the history of this world 

Is growing late

I know we’ll be just fine Dr. King 

Because you taught us 

To find the love in hate

Thank you for shining your light 

Into this world dear Dr. King

You did more good 

Than you could ever know 

And you sure did earn 

Those angel wings.

Eternally grateful,

Carolyn Glackin

Copyright Carolyn Glackin 2017.

Art credited to Raymond L. Warfield Jr.

*Sorry this is a day late. Had trouble when attempting to post it yesterday. 

The Last Battle 

Eventually, the day comes when a warrior finally understands that there is only one true battle, and that it’s the only battle worth winning. I speak of the battle within. The internal battle is not won with heavy artillery or a skilled militia. It isn’t won through physical strength or brute force. In fact, there is only one way to win the battle within once and for all. The warrior must lay aside all weapons, understanding that they serve no purpose in this war. They must let their guard down. They must then look deeply within, and choose to accept and surrender to all that they find there. From there, they must offer themselves complete tolerance, nonjudgment, and self-love. It is through this method alone that we finally lay the inner battle to rest. On the day that the final warrior has made peace within, we will know peace on Earth at last; but until then, at the very least, we can achieve inner peace for ourselves. We are worthy! Soldier on warrior, your battle awaits you.


Carolyn Glackin 

Copyright Carolyn Glackin 2017.

Image found on Pinterest.

Artist unknown.

Sacred Ceremony 

Sacred Ceremony 

by Carolyn Glackin

It was on that night

When the moon was high

That I knew

The sacred ceremony

Soon was nigh

A primordial drumbeat

Filled the air

Old crow stood perched

Atop his lair

The Crone stood ready

Before the fire

That blazed as high

As a funeral pyre

She had herbs for smudging

As she called the Great Spirit

While the elders

Reminded the young

Not to fear it

The Crone glanced around

At the old and the young

And then began speaking

In her native tongue “Aho Mitakuye Oyasin!” she cried

To which we responded “Aho!” With great pride

She sang and she chanted

With feathers and beads

As we thanked the Great Spirit

For all his good deeds

The Medicine Woman

Came round to the ill

She gave herbs and blessings

Never any pills

We prayed for their health

And the welfare of all

All being equal

From mighty to small

This went on for some time

While the fire burned bright

With singing and dancing

Long into the night

But the small ones grew weary

And were taken to bed

Followed soon by the elders

So they could rest their heads

And finally the fire

Was nothing but embers

The drum had gone silent

As we tried to remember

When was it that man

Last had peace on earth?

Had we really been warring

Since the planet’s birth?

Over color and race?

Over thoughts disarrayed?

How could sisters and brothers

Treat each other this way?

We looked to the Crone

And she looked to the skies

Then she gazed back at us

With large tears in her eyes

“Wakanheja,” she said “They don’t know what they do”

“They’ve forgotten their truth”

“And their divinity too” “So what must we do?”

We asked the old Crone

She said: “Bring no harm to others.”

“Love each as your own.”

From that night ’til this

I kept that in my heart

I never learned to hate

And I’m not going to start

We all look a bit different

And use different words

Some have different Gods

Of which we may not have heard

But we are one race

And until we are dead

If you tear us apart

We ALL bleed red!
Aho Mitakuye Oyasin!


Blessed be!





¡Hina kachun!

*Words by Carolyn Glackin 

*Art by Susan Seddon Boulet 

Who’s Got Your Back?

As we learn to trust and rely on our inner wisdom, we are led to our highest good and we feel safe in the awareness that we have our own back. With that said, we are all here for each other, and no man/woman is an island. It behooves us to be humble enough to ask for help when needed and selfless enough to provide help when asked. 


Carolyn Glackin 

*All words are my own. 

*Image found on Google. 

*Owner/artist unknown. 

The Eyes of Love

There are no filters on the eyes of love. It sees clearly and focuses on the divine within. Divine love encompasses all. With divine love, it’s not exclusive only to family, children, friends, partners/spouses, etc. Divine love recognises the Beloved in all of creation and therefore can’t help but to love all that is living. May we all remember to regard one another in this way; for when we do, we are all picture perfect. 


Carolyn Glackin


I tend not to think in terms of ‘mine/theirs,’ ‘his/hers,’ ‘us/them,’ ‘our country/their country,’ ‘my people/their people.’ There is one world, one love, and one people. My heart, my mind, and my love know no borders; because despite the ongoing illusion/delusion of separation, all is one. We are all fashioned by the same hand of the same creator. We all possess the same spark of the divine. We are all the intricately, interwoven detail of All That Is. Each of us, both singularly and collectively, make up the I AM presence. We are one and the same. I AM of you as you are of me and together, we are All That Is. May we, as a people, wake up to the truth of this reality and embrace our oneness so that we may begin living in peace and unity. 

Love and blessings,

Carolyn Glackin
*All words are my own. 

*Photo found on Google.

Blessed Vessel

Each time a woman delivers a baby, she has taken part in the sacred act of birthing forth the Divine; i.e., giving rise to the Beloved in human form. We are the weavers of the fabric of life. 

Happy Mother’s Day to all the beautiful mothers throughout the world! ❤
Love and blessings, 

*All words are my own. 
*Beautiful goddess mother artwork found on Pinterest. Artist unknown.