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.