Motherland

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.

Motherland
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.

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Reconsider

Reconsider

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.

Mother Nature’s Majesty

Mother Nature’s Majesty
by Carolyn Glackin
Mother Nature’s majesty
Delights our grateful eyes
With flowers in full bloom
And starry nighttime skies
Mountains in the mist
Are rooted in my heart
Telling stories to my soul
Long after we must part
The endless blue of oceans
The deep greens of the wild
Spark my imagination
With the innocence of a child
And I don’t suppose I’ve mentioned
How I dearly love the trees
The wise ones of the woods
Who live their lives at ease
The forest is my temple
And my soul lives in the moors
Oh how I’ve given thanks
For all this beauty, mine and yours
I shall be forever humbled
And grateful through all my years
For every gift from Mother Nature
I thank her with my tears
Simple words are not enough
For the splendor of which I speak
So I sit in sacred silence
And water the Earth as I weep.
Copyright Carolyn Glackin 2018.
Image credited to Everild Wolfden via DeviantART.

This One’s for Gaia

Quite often, we get lost in our humanness. We run ourselves ragged and exhaust ourselves in body, mind, and spirit due to the rigors of earthly life. It is then that Gaia calls us to her. She reminds us to sink our roots in deep and draw from her, to replenish ourselves and come back to our sacred center within. I had concerns though and I brought them to her. I told her that I could hardly ask anything of her knowing that she was hurting and considering everything we put her through. She smiled in that beautiful knowing way that she does and she said “Come child, I have plenty for all…” because that’s what a mother does. They keep on loving and giving with no expectation of anything in return… I broke down and cried at the profoundness of it all. Here was our Mother, struggling under the strains that WE her CHILDREN put upon her. WE who have stripped her bare and desecrated her time and time again… She had no malice in her voice, no contempt in her heart, no moral outrage to speak of… Just love, only love for all of her children who’ve done her wrong. Yeah, I cried alright. Sobbed for a long time. Her love embraced me and called me home and told me not to fear. She said “Don’t worry child. You can start again tomorrow.” But I think I’m gonna start right now. How about you? Have you hugged your Mother Earth today? Have you thanked her for all she’s given without a thought for herself? Send a little love her way if you can. Word to your Mother. 

by: Carolyn Glackin ♡

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