Final Judgement
when I die I shall stay inside
myself keep my eyes closed
and listen to my diminishing
breathing down to my last
breath calling on Yahweh
waiting for the sky to open
in a blaze of light and a
voice to call me forth to
that lovely garden and the
feeling of unconditional
love yes that could be or
a ragtag assembly of spirits
could gather around and
say listen he’s calling on
Yahweh again poor deluded
soul he always believed
though to give him his due
hisYahweh kept changing
and now it does not resemble
the god he was born into that
gets him points you could
say he tried to find god when
all the time he was immersed
in divinity he’s got to go now
if he had more time he might
have gone further
James T. Stemmle
James T. Stemmle is an old man, currently living retirement in WV with his wife of 58 years. In warm weather, he writes poetry during morning meditations on a bench in his back yard, where, immersed in nature, it is so quiet that, depending on atmospheric conditions, he can sometimes hear interstate traffic four miles distant. He had a Federal Government career mostly with EPA, earned a doctorate from Catholic U in Chemistry, and was born in Louisville, KY. He is eager to share more of his accumulating poetry. He has published 28 poems so far in several small literary magazines including: The Octillo Review, Evening Street Review, The Raven’s Perch, Deep South Magazine, Hektoen International (a journal of medical humanities), Literary Veganism, Choeofpleirn Press, Seattle Star, Poetry Superhighway, Open Arts Forum, The Light Ekphrastic, Midway Journal, Open Door Poetry Magazine, The Pennsylvania Literary Journal, Literary Heist and Poetry Pacific.