And when the winter hills
Raise their grand semblance in the freezing night,
Somewhere one window
Bleeds like the brown eye of an open force.
White stars that stand above the eastern stable.
The dim adoring light of your belief.
Whose small Heart bleeds with infinite fire.
(When we shall hear the bells of His amazing voice)
Conquer the winter of our hateful century?
Lo, with what rapiers
Those two loves fence and flame their brillancy!
That will melt all our sufferings:
He is our Lamb, our holocaust!
Stamp and shake out their hats upon the stable dirt,
And one by one kneel down to look upon their Life.
-- Thomas Merton (1947)