Magical Mystery

My privilege,
While the world is asleep,
Is to witness final moments –
Labored breath its only action;
A man awaiting transition
From breathless to beyond.

How is it
That these mystery-filled moments
Unite with earliest beginnings,
Blending new born night awakeness
With death's darkened calling?

A door gently opens.
A new life slides through it
Cradled in arms warm and loving,
As across town and ages
Another life slips out Into the waiting arms of eternity.