Sr Macrina has written, 'I don’t really want to identify myself as a [Thomas] Merton groupie. (I appreciate his writing but am a bit uncomfortable with the cult that has arisen around him).' As an Orthodox Christian, I would certainly second that, and go even farther to say that I don't entirely appreciate all of his writing (see, for example, Hieromonk Damascene, Father Seraphim [Rose]: His Life and Works [Platina, CA: St Herman of Alaska Brotherhood, 2003], pp. 245-8, for a good articulation of some of the Orthodox misgivings about Merton).
I do, however, thoroughly appreciate many of Merton's poems. Here is one that should have gone up in honour of the Holy Innocents (from Selected Poems of Thomas Merton, enlarged ed. [NY: New Directions, 1967], p. 4):
'The Flight Into Egypt'
Through every precinct of the wintry city
Squadroned iron resounds upon the streets;
Make shudder the dark steps of the tenements
At the business about to be done.
Neither look back upon Thy starry country,
Nor hear what rumors crowd across the dark
Where the blood runs down those holy walls,
Nor frame a childish blessing with Thy hand
Towards that fiery spiral of exulting souls!
Go, Child of God, upon the singing desert,
Where, with eyes of flame,
The roaming lion keeps Thy road from harm.