At the Moment of Death

Quivering finger points, With age-old rheumatoid joints, At death's last hazy glance, To what seems to be naught, But to the dying, in their trance... A glimpse of things to come, they've caught Eyes glow wet, now focused once again, A first glimpse into eternity, And a farewell to worldly pain... Crossing the threshold, Where ground exists no more, One endless footstep... Once beyond the door...