The Flow Of Time Poem by Royston Allen

TIME passes. Not in incremental stages
but flows continuously through the ages
making history of each fleeting moment
and brings the future into the present.

Rolling ever onward at the speed of light;
heralding brand new visons with its flight.
How Time began and just how it will end
this mortal man cannot comprehend.

So before the immortal God I bow
who ever dwells in the Eternal Now.
For Space and Time my days define
but this is not so with God the Divine.