Connie M. Porter

The Hand of God Upon Us Connie M. Porter

My hope is that the reader will be able to relate in many ways and share in the life of the poet. Thoughts are like a river where the rippling waterflows, drifting and swirling wherever it may go. Time does pass before our eyes; the sky turns bright and then slowly turns into night. How awesome it seems how time does fly, life goes on, but how long will it last? Words of the poet come alive when the sun is setting low. The stars they're shining armor glow, this is when the mind doth open. All and every-thing flows out, that the poet knows.