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.
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My favorite poem - it's a hammer. Merton included it in his autobiography, and it hit me so unexpectedly. Bravo!