What if Tomorrow Never Came?


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Walk upon the soils beneath your weary feet

whereupon, do you sense a metaphysical being

Is there warmth and support upon the place in which you stand

are you merely here or there in an instant, place or time

Where meets your journey, thusly ending

in measured bounty, treasured counting

Was your time of earthly presence seen

or coincidental totality


In darkness of your restful state of

sleep, regenerate your soul

As kindle fuels eternal flames

you see the light as spiritual

Connection; earth and wind and fire

your dreams upon the heavens rise

Elation fills your heart fulfilled

the secrets of your journey told


Wherein lies the truths in telling

questions linger vague, confusing

Close your eyes in contemplation

deeper dwell the answers given

Light will come to those receiving

as time and essence bid conceiving

Hold fast within your palm this giving

trust its place, empowered healing


Live life to fullest measure for

what if tomorrow never came

Were gifts of living left ungiven

nor accepted sight unseen

Feel loved one’s smile and laughter echo

long thereafter, heart and soul

Your purpose lost and found again

the light within your palms remain


© Don MacIver 2016; All Rights Reserved



“To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, ’tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish’d. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there’s the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there’s the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor’s wrong, the proud man’s contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law’s delay,


The insolence of office and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscover’d country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o’er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action.–Soft you now!
The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remember’d!”

William Shakespeare, Hamlet


 “I am the sum total of everything that went before me, of all I have been seen done, of everything done-to-me. I am everyone everything whose being-in-the-world affected was affected by mine. I am anything that happens after I’m gone which would not have happened if I had not come.”

Salman Rushdie, Midnight’s Children


“It isn’t by getting out of the world that we become enlightened, but by getting into the world…by getting so tuned in that we can ride the waves of our existence and never get tossed because we become the waves.”

Ken Kesey


2 thoughts on “What if Tomorrow Never Came?

  1. Hiya Don, Feels to me like I’ve already read and commented on this? Maybe I was dreaming though! Or it lost in the cross over to your new excellent presentation…

    Love the broad ambition in this piece- “the light within your palms remain…” Indeed!

    With Best Wishes Scott


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