If you read only one poem today (or this week, or this month), let it be “Ancestral Lights” by Deborah Digges. Here is more of the sentence that the quotation comes from: “And though I know now that heaven may be only the mind’s fear of the wonders it imagines, I like to believe we turn into light around those we love. . . and warm them through the blood by ringing in their ears.” This poem has stuck with me for a long time — since 1985 — because it shares big ideas — love, eternity, healing — by describing how light looks and feels.
Deborah Digges, Vesper Sparrows (New York: Atheneum, 1986), 19-20.