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.
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
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I need only to think of children's sleep then my head with a beep runs a light through all my blood, my eyes to weep and hands to clap: is there a more beautiful thing than a peaceful sleeping child? ! You are right, thank you for reminding me of those beautiful memories. Heart warming poem, thank you for share,10