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)
Copyright © Robert James Liguori | Year Posted 2021
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