When I See Young Children Softly Sleep

Sometimes when I see
young children softly sleep.
I think I feel a joy a glimpse
into heaven I do peep.

All wondrous beauties
of paradise my heart cannot perceive.
Times bliss heaven’s
landscape moves overwhelms I perceive.

At times many feelings
heart flux radiant

divine elements of pure
peace and love

excessive within discharge
arch heavenward sure.

poem by Terence George Craddock
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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