I Offer You

When you reach the end of life and you are ready to let go,
You look around for someone you know
And want to hold their hand,
Want someone to understand,
Because you don't, even though you hope you do. 
Because at the end of this life, with the things of this life, you are through,
And you are unsure of where you are coming to.
You are walking through an open door,
And you believe that there is much in store,
But you can't take anything or anyone with you,
Because you are being born again. 
Even your body, you leave behind,
And there is another form you will find
Awaits you.  And so you detach from every attachment you have made
And leave for others everything you have laid
In store,
Wanting only to hold that hand once more,
Because holding that hand you know you have lived and been apart
Of another's heart.
But then you know,
That even that hand, you must let go.
But let it be the last thing you do. 
So what can I offer you,
But my hand?