Heaven’s Door- a poem

SOME say Heaven is above,

Up high beyond the cloud.

In the mystical beyond,

And hidden in the shroud.

I believe we see a glimpse

Of Heaven every day.

When we see flowers start to bloom,

And watch the children play.

I feel Heaven when I walk

Along a sunlit shore.

I get a glimpse of what’s to come

Beyond my Heaven’s door.

Retm