The ebb and flow of will is like the movements of the tides... if we cease our vain struggles and lamentations long enough to look away from the personal self...we realize life is going well with us after all.

I could see the ebb and flow. It wasn't going to be like that forever.

Every flow has its ebb.

It's kind of been an ebb and a flow for that association.

My eyes span across all of the rivers of the world where they meet the ebb and flow of ocean tides... I see not only a miraculous beauty of creation... I see the very heartbeat of the Earth as The Creator makes daily provision for His beloved humanity and all they care for.

The western tide crept up along the sand, And o'er and o'er the sand, And round and round the sand, As far as eye could see The rolling mist came down and hid the land: And never home came she.