Paradise

Deep inside
I carry paradise,

a bright flood,
pours through
my soul’s veins,

but like those blind fish,
I cannot see
the holy river
running through
my radiant cave.

On a good, clear day, though,
staring hard beyond me,
I can almost see
God’s holy fire

glancing off
my boundless sea

poem by Steven Federle
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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