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...
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