The Healer 

May my love fall upon you 

Like the softest flakes of snow 

May it soothe and warm your heart
Like the sun’s golden glow
May my arms bring you comfort
May my words heal your pain
May my tears cleanse your soul
Like the gentlest of rain
May my song stir your spirit
Like a playful, blowing breeze
To remind you life is joyful
And to help you feel at ease
In my home, may you find solace
And shelter from life’s storm
May you know you’re always welcome
And that I’ll keep you safe and warm
May you find in me a haven
For your weary soul to rest
I can’t promise to be perfect
But I’ll always do my best
And I pray I’ll always know
What to say and what to do
For I come to be of service
And to minister to you.
Copyright Carolyn Glackin 2017.
Art by Ruth Sanderson. 


Solstice Greetings 

Lo! I will not tremble 

Before this long, dark night

For I am Goddess born
The dawn fills me with her light
Though the hours of light
On this day be few
I take rest, I replenish, I renew
On this day
The darkness serves
As a reminder
The Goddess is always near
But it is up to us
To seek and find her
Merry solstice to you
One and all
And may your heart
Be ever attuned
To the Goddess’s call.
Copyright Carolyn Glackin 2017.
Image credited to Ruth Sanderson.

Sweet Release 

 I shall steep myself in kindness As I bathe in the river of peace

And there I shall remain
Until I find my sweet release
I’ll let go of what’s unneeded
And all that weighs me down
I’ll shed my skin of old
And there I’ll let it drown
Then I’ll rise up in the glory
Of who I’m meant to be
A peaceful, loving being
For all eternity.
Copyright Carolyn Glackin 2017
Image credited to the rightful owner. 

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.

No Goodbyes 

This plaintive piece came about after several days of fixating on “My Immortal,” by Evanescence. My piece, called “No Goodbyes,” is loosely written to the tune of “My Immortal.”


No Goodbyes 

by Carolyn Glackin 

I’ve thrown away my reckless heart

It does me no good while we’re apart

I was the one that warmed your bed

Now I’m a phantom in your head

I never really realized 

Love could change 

With the passing of the skies 

This place where I now dwell

Offers no return 

Due to what I know 

And all I’ve learned

Although I miss having you near

I can’t exist in that place of pain and fear

That type of world was killing me

Knowing that my mind was never free

My heart was dying day by day

You know the reasons why

I couldn’t stay

I hope you’ll realize it too

And that you’ll forgive me

For leaving you

But I’m much closer than you know 

A change in your perception 

Would tell you so

What is there to go back to anyway?

A world in darkness every day

A place where souls 

Externalize their pain

Where the majority are mentally insane 

They’d rather hurt each other 

Than look within 

Never knowing it’s a game 

No one can win

But oh my love, how the tide has turned

People fear this light though it never burns

For the first time in years

I’m finally alive

Away from all the darkness, I can truly thrive

But there’s one bit of sadness 

Causing me to grieve

Knowing I can’t be the one

To help you believe 

Knowing you won’t see this 

Through my eyes

And so I must leave you there

Under those darkened skies

Heavy is the heart that bears the grief

As I watch you struggle with no relief

And I don’t get to know

All the reasons why

But I simply refuse to say goodbye 

When you’ve had your fill 

Of that endless hell

Come join me in the place of love

In which I now dwell.

Copyright Carolyn Glackin 2017.

Image credited to the rightful owner.

My Lover and I 

 In a thousand different ways, my lover comes to me. 

As often as the waves meet the shore does he come, and cover me with unending kisses which fall softly upon me like the gentle rains that water the Earth.
He warms me with his fiery passion like the hottest of suns, then cools me in his depths like the vast ocean.
He is everything to me as I am to him, because in our truth, we hold nothing back from the other.
We offer it all in our devotion, devoid of fear; for what is there to fear of the other when we are cut from the same cloth?
We two are one, as our hearts join and beat together, our minds meld into the same thoughts, our souls merge into the same eternal flowering.
No amount of time or space could ever separate us, for in our love we are joined forever in such a way that no magic, no evil, and no artifice of the human world could ever cause to be torn asunder.
We are everything and we are nothing.
We are all people and we are no one.
I am he, as he is I, and onward we go like this, always united as one in our love that has no end, forever and ever, we two.
Copyright Carolyn Glackin 2017.
Artwork source unknown. Credited to the rightful owner. 

Borrowed Time 

She was here on borrowed time

Although, that she was here at all
Was truly a wonder
For everything about this world
Constantly tried to pull her under
She knew the horrors and the truths
Her eyes had been blinded by the proof
She’d always known that evil lurked in man
It was the sheer magnitude of it
That she couldn’t understand
She’d been touched by fire
But rather than letting it consume her
She instead, burned brighter
She’d encountered troubled waters
That were determined to outdo her
But instead of letting them drown her
She merely let them flow right through her
She was a loving being
With a wide range of emotion
Her heart swelled and swirled
With the depths of the ocean
Not a warrior, though she stood for what was right
Not a fighter, just a vessel for the Light
A humble servant
Here to minister to each call
In loving service every day
To One and all.
Copyright Carolyn Glackin 2017

Paradigm Shift 

Old, archaic

Monolithic regime
Rigid, unwavering
Stuck in the dream

Oppressive, outdated
Time to give in
Corrupt, beleaguered
They won’t let us win

A stirring, a calling
A new dream is born
Old versus new
The people are torn

Capricious, compelling
Humankind on the brink
Time to reclaim our power
Time to voice what we think

Sophic, subversive
A new world emerging
Sanctified, unified
Awakened minds converging

A dawning, a rebirth
An old slate wiped clean
A prophecy plays out
Better than foreseen

Sanctified, glorified
Released from affliction
A new day arises
Angels sing our benediction.
Copyright Carolyn Glackin 2017.
Image via Google/artist unknown. 

The Marigold 

The Marigold
by Carolyn Glackin
Where once a pristine flower grew
Besotted by the love she knew
For she sprang forth from fertile ground
So nourished by the land around
But she was picked ‘fore all the rest
By hands demanding all her best
By eyes that only took and took
And thus she perished with just one look
Wary of this tiresome place
She sought out gardens full of grace
But somehow couldn’t grow well there
No longer thinking herself as fair
For cutting words made her heart bleed
When they cast her off as just a weed
In truth though, what she’d not been told
This ‘weed’ was really a marigold
Requiring slightly different care
But just as lovely, just as fair
And now, this flower, set adrift
Must find a way to mend the rift
And in the midst of life’s pursuits
The marigold will find her roots.
Copyright Carolyn Glackin 2017.
Art credit: “Ray of Sunlight Marigold,” by Carey Waters.


Gather ’round now

My dear ones
Come close, by the fire
While I spin us a tale
Of true love and desire
‘Tis the truth I be tellin’
This tale’s about me
Give it a listen
And soon, you will see
‘Twas a time long ago
When kings and queens ruled
And dragons roamed the land
Always searchin’ for jewels
And I, a young lass
Was of a ripe age to wed
But as was my way
I had other plans instead
You see I had no interest
In givin’ my hand
To some empty headed fool
Or some heavy handed man
And I had grown weary
Of bein’ paraded around
To every eligible bachelor
That lived in our town
So my days were oft spent
Hidin’ away
From such nonsense as this
And the games people play
Now, back in those days
I was lovely and lean
With long auburn locks
And my eyes emerald green
And one day as I wandered
By a bubbling brook
Along came a fella
And he gave me a look
But I paid him no mind
And focused instead
On the beauty around me
And the thoughts in my head
But that didn’t stop him
In fact, he came near
And just as I started
To make myself clear
My eyes had caught sight
Of the most handsome face
And eyes of such blue
My poor heart did race
As if that weren’t enough
He started to speak
And upon hearin’ his voice
I was swoonin’ and weak
We walked for a while
We two, by the brook
And I tell ya, my dearies
That’s all that it took!
My heart was all his
As his was for me
And the rest, as they say, is history
We soon wed in the chapel
And started our life
Just imagine my surprise
To be a king’s wife!
He’d kept it a secret
To find a love pure and true
Alas, I was queen
When I said ‘I do’
So don’t ya be thinkin’
That love’s for the birds
‘Cause I’ll tell ya again
If you ain’t properly heard
Dreams can come true
And fairy tales happen
To the least likely people
So wake up from your nappin’
Keep yourself true
Let your heart sing
Don’t settle for no frogs
And you’ll soon meet your king.
Copyright Carolyn Glackin 2017.
Art credit: Donna Green.