State Of Being

To embrace the seemingly out of reach

What eludes our cognizant state of being

Fervent intentions, ever kindly grace

Your words, always offered in constancy

Gentle your touch that transcends from the heart

An unspoken gift, telling glance and smile

Endure my unsavory utterance

Insipid rantings and misplaced anger

Intolerance wagered without regard

For life and its givings I cannot change

Your eyes glazed over in disappointment

Disheartened, yet in silence you digress

In my favour, you gesture willingly

Friend without condition, will always be

My strength, my endurance, my state of being

copyright 2009 Don MacIver,  All Rights Reserved

Lost Memories; Prose

How can a lifetime of memories just fade away
Lost in fissures of time in its continuum
Sound and mind bites fleetingly lived
And captured for a lifetime yet drifting with abandon
To a place, existential, yet somehow so removed
Tears fall in sadness of what used to be
Eyes dry in redness for a longing passed away
Confused you sit in silence, your gaze transfixed
On a point beyond this window sill, searching
For something to grasp, greater realities
Born of pre-existence, experience reassured
In calmness, mom, your laughter bids
The fondest recollections
Yet in your darkest hour of need
So drained, so lost in a vortex of things
Your body wrought with tireless desires
Yet struggles to rise to this estrangement
Then you were gone, to Heaven I believe
A kinder, gentler place, lo with angels
Where pureness and joy mark your waking moments
And carry you through precious thoughts and ideals
And even when your visions are seemingly unclear
May you always remember each memory still
And dad, as you sit by your window sill
Gazing longingly for your lover, companion
You too suffer loss of a similar kind
God, please let him linger, give him this time
To chase after those moments that used to be
A better time, better place…in his memory

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What If God Was…

What if God was…your eyes, your ears

Sensing your danger, hear your cries

Would time stand still as peril nears

Saved harmless from our own demise

What if God was…an entity

Vaster than all the universe

Divine intervention, destiny

Trusting His word, in faith immersed

What if God was…our guiding light

Our wanton saviour by His hand

In Him we trust this painful night

Resonant prayer by his command

What if God was…our hymnal song

Life and its treasures, night and day

Understanding what’s right and wrong

Saved from ourselves and come what may

What if God was…reality

Forgiveness, His extended hand

All that we have was meant to be

His deliverance our healing

What if God was…a newborn child

His power our gift for eternity

His blessings nurture, firm denial

Giving strength, life and liberty

What if God was…

Copyright 2009 Don MacIver, All Rights Reserved

Psalm 23; Faith Alone…

Psalm 23 (King James Version)

Psalm 23

1 The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want.

2 He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters.

3 He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name’s sake.

4 Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou         art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.

5 Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head     with oil; my cup runneth over.

6 Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the     house of the LORD for ever.

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I do not in any fashion pretend to know or fully understand biblical readings, nor do I profess any particular faith or specific religious orientation. This writing is strictly and simply put a personal exploration and not intended as an imposition or solicitation of the reader.

During my childhood years I “faithfully” attended church with my family. I would sit in the pew, silent, motionless, mostly observing…the minister’s words, the congregation sitting in quiet attentiveness, some with earnest and meditative thought processes obviously milling through their mind. I never quite felt a true sense of belonging in or to the church yet there were moments, bible passage readings or hymns that clearly left some kind of indelible impression that have stayed with me so many years after not returning to church.

Once such impression came from Psalm 23. It has remarkable clarity, powerfully moving words, a message that I ‘believe’ has somehow guided me in my daily life and hopefully has been reflected in my actions. Perhaps it is this that will become my legacy. It is said that when one does something with pattern and consistency it becomes true habit and without conscious effort nor intention. Perhaps…I should read this writing more often…

My footsteps bear of consequence

A distant path behind me trails

But for these words of eloquence

My forebearance my legacy

Copyright 2009 Don MacIver, All Rights Reserved