And yet with every wound You robbed me of a crime,And....

“ And yet with every wound You robbed me of a crime,And as each blow was paid with Blood,You paid me also each great sin with greater graces.For even as I killed You,You made Yourself a greater thief than any in Your company,Stealing my sins into Your dying life,Robbing me even of my death. ”

Thomas Merton

From : Selected Poems of Thomas Merton