Many fields, many treasures, many pearls (One chosen). Here, fish netted, many kinds, But singularity is not the point, The point is, good are kept, and bad destroyed. Are these the gentle Galileanâ€™s words? If so, a strange form of gentility: The angels throw the evil in the fire, And there is weeping and gnashing of teeth. O, how we twist and turn and rationalize, Assured Matthew was victim of his time, And heavenâ€™s kingdom never need be forced, And â€śway that leads to lifeâ€ť is easy, smooth. Shall we amend, then, the Apostlesâ€™ Creed: â€śTo judge the quick and deadâ€ť? This we donâ€™t need.