Going In

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Let us go in; the fog is rising…
~Emily Dickinson, her last words

I have watched the dying
in their last hours:
often they see what I cannot,
listen to what is beyond my hearing,
stretch their arms overhead
as fingers touch what is beyond my reach.

I watch and wonder what it will be like
to reverse the steps that brought me here
from the fog of amnion.

The mist of living lifts
as we enter a place
unsurpassed in brilliance and clarity;
the mystery of what lies beyond solved
simply by going in.

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3 thoughts on “Going In

  1. Emily, I, too, have witnessed death (of three close loved relatives). I saw the same as you report here. In each instance, I saw their visage change from one of apprehension, almost fear, to one of serenity, peace and acceptance. They had seen something (someone?) that we could not see that gave them the courage and freedom to ‘let go’ and trust. For those who were standing by witnessing this scene, it was a hopeful sign that, finally, the last question was finally being answered. There was no reason to fear. We were on our return journey — home!

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