The angels will go out and separate the wicked from the righteous
and throw them into the fiery furnace,
where there will be wailing and grinding of teeth. (Gospel).

Again I was running
from you, Lord 

when I fell
into
that field
of
clove filled
with
filigree butterflies
and enameled bugs
on
apple leaves

blue chicory
and
running rabbits
and
daisies gold
and
white—all in
full

sunlight

 

J. Janda