Quote by Thomas Merton

“Sweet brother, if I do not sleep My eyes are flowers for your tomb; And if I cannot eat my bread, My fasts shall live like willows where you died. If in the beat I find no water for my thirst, My thirst shall turn to springs for you, poor traveller Where, in what desolate and smokey country, Lies your poor body, lost and dead? And in what landscape of disaster Has your unhappy spirit lost its road? Come, in my labor find a resting place And in my sorrows lay your head, Or rather take my life and blood And buy yourself a better bed— Or take my breath and take my death And buy yourself a better rest.”