Midwife to the Soul

The final labor has begun.
The Creator sends a midwife in his stead.
One of compassion, strength, and wisdom.
She whispers to the dying,
Relinquish your pain, dear one.
Inhale eternal Peace.
Let go of all regrets;
Breathe in forever Love.

Questions from anxious loved ones flood her.
When will the suffering end?
How much more must we endure?
She encourages the brokenhearted,
Relinquish your pain, dear family.
Inhale eternal Peace.
Let go of all regrets;
Breathe in forever Love.

Life's light is dimming.
Gentle hands caress tense muscles.
Melodic words coach panted breaths.
Strong arms cradle the broken.

Trembling lips hum final encouragement.
Relinquish your pain, dear one.
Inhale eternal Peace.
Let go of all regrets;
Breathe in forever Love.

The laborer exhales and all is still.
Her light is extinguished.
Weeping fills the room.
The midwife's tears cascade with theirs
to an ocean of raw sorrow.

The midwife bathes the mortal body the laborer has cast-off.
She pauses, gazing at the withered hand.
Inhales deeply.
Exales fully.
Warm Light consumes her soul for she knows . . .

All pain is relinquished.
Regrets vanished.
Brokenness is made whole.
At last, the laborer is reborn,
Breathing eternal Peace,
Living with her forever Love.