(for my wife)
Feb 7, 1998
Someday, when we're old and leathery, Perhaps when we're two hundred and five, Or more antique than that, We'll move to the spirit world And take up residence. There will be a white stone castle On a seaside cliff That rises from a moor. Facing toward the west, And each day's painting of the sun, It will beckon us to walk through rooms Filled with sunlight. We will live there, with our children And our children's loved ones, A clan that lives to love others And bring them to our castle Of warmth and heart and love. Art and music and growing things Will fill the rooms, Expressing how much we value The chance to give and serve and love. Our castle is waiting for us, To live in its walls and dance with the world. It will never change. Its walls will never crumble. My love for you is stronger than our castle. If, on the way to the spirit world, You found that your home was to be A darkened hole of regretful muck, But mine (through a clerical error) Was still the castle, You need not worry. I would live with you in ooze, Cleaning our swamp together, Until our castle welcomed us And watched us dance with the world.
Peter Falkenberg Brown is passionate about writing, publishing, public speaking and film. He hopes that someday he can live up to his favorite motto: “Expressing God’s kind and compassionate love in all directions, every second of every day, creates an infinitely expanding sphere of heart.”