ASCENSION
And if I go,
while you're still here...
Know that I live on,
vibrating to a different measure
--behind a thin veil you cannot see through.
You will not see me,
so you must have faith.
I wait for the time when we can soar together again,
--both aware of each other.
Until then, live your life to its fullest.
And when you need me,
Just whisper my name in your heart,
...I will be there.
"Ascension"
Copyright ©1987, Colleen Corah Hitchcock, Scottsdale, Arizona, www.colleenhitchcock.com
And if I go,
while you're still here...
Know that I live on,
vibrating to a different measure
--behind a thin veil you cannot see through.
You will not see me,
so you must have faith.
I wait for the time when we can soar together again,
--both aware of each other.
Until then, live your life to its fullest.
And when you need me,
Just whisper my name in your heart,
...I will be there.
"Ascension"
Copyright ©1987, Colleen Corah Hitchcock, Scottsdale, Arizona, www.colleenhitchcock.com
The poem above is used without permission and incorrectly attributed to Emily Dicknson. The author is Colleen Hitchcock. The poem is titled, "Ascension". The correct viewing is:
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And if I go,
while you're still here...
Know that I live on,
vibrating to a different measure
--behind a thin veil you cannot see through.
You will not see me,
so you must have faith.
I wait for the time when we can soar together again,
--both aware of each other.
Until then, live your life to its fullest.
And when you need me,
Just whisper my name in your heart,
...I will be there.
"Ascension"
Copyright ©1987, Colleen Corah Hitchcock, Scottsdale, Arizona, www.colleenhitchcock.com
Thanks Colleen! Are you ok with me updating what I have or would you like me to remove it all together? Thanks for reaching out! I have found so many things that have Emily tied to this - that must be very frustrating for you. :(
DeleteAdrienne, it's okay to leave it up. Yes, it is flattering--but frustrating.
DeleteMany years ago, I found a copy of Ascension including the author's name & publisher, written in my mother's distinctive handwriting. It was tucked away in a small book of poems. I kept this paper, & planned to read it at my mother's funeral, which at the time was years ahead. However, the time came, as times do. I did read it at my mom's funeral, & many tears were shed, including my own. This poem clearly resonated with my mother, as it does with me. I've asked my daughter to read it at my funeral when my time comes.I hope tears will be shed.
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