When I Die

When I die

I want to be

In the sights and sounds

Of a forest green.

There with a faithful friend

Who makes me smile!

Close upon my heels.

With purple heather in full bloom,

Air with the scent of pine

And thrush and blackbird singing sweet.

I want to be bathed

In the rays of a warm embrace.

Carried by the flow of love.

When I die,

I want to be home in the familiar –

The true centre of me.

I want to live

Within the beauty and goodness

My heart has sometimes known

And often ached for.

When I die,

I want to be with

The essence of all I have loved

Once embodied in this world

And long imprinted on my soul.