During the summer of 1995, I had the occasion to take a one-hour helicopter tour in Hawaii. Departing from the airport on Maui we had a perfect Birdseye view of the renowned resort destinations along the Kaanapali coast and the less traveled island of Lanai across the nine-mile ocean channel. However, it was on the far side of the third island, Molokai, where, from high above, we could see the small array of buildings along the northern shore that, more than a century earlier, housed the leper colony of Father Damien. In the fourth stanza of this poem, I make reference to the many words of Milton, written during the 17th century regarding the fall of humankind in the Garden of Eden, and then contrast it to the one word that is the foundation of the Christian faith, which I reveal at the end of the fifth stanza. Sacrifice. With respect to my reference to a place I would be destined to know in the third stanza, I am not speaking about either the island or the colony, but rather a place of faith where they once were and I now am when any of us are challenged by the spectre of a potentially fatal long-term illness or disease. The vantage most high that I identify near the end of the poem is one of said faith, not a mere flight. Paradise Found is a retrospective look at a unique place in the history of faith, which when I first saw it as a tourist, was nothing more than a momentary curiosity.