The Flow

by Sam M. Phillips

The time trundles

Off into the distance,

With no chance

Of every returning,

Burning our candles,

The energy transforms,

Ahead are storms

I must pass through,

I can’t do

Anything to turn back,

Lack the ability

To defy reality,

Finally we capitulate,

Demonstrate real will

By being still,

Our hearts fill

With blood,

A flood

Of life-giving strength,

This is the length

God is willing to go

To allow us to know

We must follow the flow.