Somehow, I feel I connect with God at a level of heart feelings. I wish for God to feel my heart. A poet tries to express this on paper to stir these feelings in others. Fragrant blossoms stirring in a springtime breeze, golden leaves floating in an autumn gust, a kitten following an ant through the grass, all things that pull at our heartstrings as we build pictures around the words.  Words make us happy, angry, sad, and sometimes, even indifferent, according to the experiences we bring with us to analyze what we read.