Insubstantial

A Poem by Ted Lambert

A poem I wrote decades ago that I like more over time. If it resonates for you, please review

As I stand on the wave-swept edge of eternity,
I ponder why it is that life must be.
It seems almost these waves,
Pounding relentlessly on an endless sea,
Resemble our efforts in mortality.

People come, scurry, live and die,
Their little goals in life to try.
Is this all a cosmic accident about to end?
Accomplishing what? Maybe nothing, but.....

What would it be like if existence wasn't?
Nothing happening, nothing going on
To be smiled or frowned upon.

I think these thoughts and become morose,
The next worst thing to being verbose.
I think of my family, its goods and bads,
And find myself strangely grateful for all the sads.

I now know what it's about;
It's not my will that I should doubt
This amazing, frustrating testing place
Designed by he who has no face.

Will separate the the true from fakers,
And build the wisdom of future makers.

It's not KNOWING, that matters, you see -
It's having the faith to live with what must be.

Again I turn towards the sea,
Happy again for what IS, and MUST BE.