Beloved disciple,
Lone-exiled by the sea,
To him the vision came
Of pure reality.
False concepts passed away,
All things were new—John saw
No new beginning of the old,
But fresh, unsullied, free,
Man and the universe revealed
In primal purity.
And as on ancient shore,
So in our day,
O Father-Mother Love,
Grant us, we pray,
The vision to perceive,
The truth to know,
That came to John on Patmos
Long ago.
