TIME passes. Not in incremental stages
but flows continuously through the ages,
making history of each fleeting moment
as it 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.
This poem was a finalist in the January 2019 poetry contest