Robert James Liguori Poet Rhyme

Heaven's Doormat

Heaven’s doormat scribes our birthnames,
woven from fine wicker,
oblivious to sins or fame;
holy entrance richer.

Designed to cleanse our feet,
past relatives we meet;
entering, angels greet.

Jesus will chat.
Heaven’s doormat.

Thursday, October 21, 2021
(Quietus)

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Paula Goldsmith October 22, 2021 at 11:27 AM Your "Heaven's Doormat" is a creative write. I really enjoyed it. Have a blessed autumn day writing away................

Gershon Wolf October 21, 2021 at 5:44 PM This flows so well, Robert... And if Heaven is, indeed, oblivious to sins -- Then I'm in like Sin! ~ Errol Flynn

Kim Rodrigues October 21, 2021 at 1:40 PM Love this! Oblivious to sins or fame…what a cool line!