NeuroDivine

This morning I wrote a hymn about pill boxes and blister packs—about Sundays spent sorting seven small doorways for the week ahead.

It’s personal. Andrew and I both live by the rhythm of medicines, colours divided into morning and evening, lids clicked shut in quiet preparation. Sorting tablets isn’t a small thing in our house; it’s a ritual of steadiness, of survival, of gratitude for science doing its work.

But this isn’t only our story.

For so many people—chronically ill, neurodivergent, disabled, transplant waiting, surviving—medication carries a complicated tenderness. It’s hope and fatigue. Gratitude and frustration. It’s faith and pharmacology sitting side by side on the kitchen table.

I wrote this hymn because behind every dosette box is a life being held together, one careful tablet at a time—and I know we’re not alone in that.

Monday is opened,
Boxes before me,
Seven small doorways
Set in a row.
Blisters are rustling,
Foil backs protesting—
Praise be for pharma,
Helping me go.

Morning and evening,
Each dose divided,
Sorting the colours
Neat as can be.
White ones for daytime,
Pink for the night‑time—
One that’s enormous
Staring at me.

Bless all the labels
Faded and curling,
Bless the instructions
Tiny and sly.
Some taste like gravel,
Some shine like goldcrests—
Still I give thanks for
Each daily try.

Praise for the leaflet
Folded too tightly,
Warning of side‑effects
Odd as can be.
Yet in the real world
Most of them simply
Help keep me steady,
Help carry me.

Glory to Sunday,
Triumph of sorting,
Clicking the lids down
Ready to start.
Thanks for the science,
Thanks for the healing—
Thanks for the tablets
Doing their part.

Words copyright 2026 Michael McFarland Campbell. Tune: Bunessan.

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A richly coloured stained-glass style illustration resembling a church window. At the top, seven bright pill organisers labelled S, M, T, W, T, F, S sit open, each compartment holding tablets. Below them, an open daily pill box displays different coloured pills, with one large white tablet standing upright in the centre. Blister packs, amber medicine bottles, a dropper bottle, a glass of water, and a folded instruction leaflet with warning symbols are arranged around it.

The lower half features a golden chalice radiating light, set between a sunrise over green hills on the left and a crescent moon with stars on the right, symbolising day and night. Scattered tablets spill from tipped bottles across the foreground. The entire scene is framed with floral and leafy borders in deep blues, golds, reds, and greens, evoking traditional religious stained glass while celebrating daily medication and care.