I am old and feeble
Many years passing
Since my days among you.
See, the children hold me
Aloft, and guide my
Weary bones to speak.
Fifty years ago
I followed my cousin,
Who spoke to you,
Walked among you,
Taught you to love, and
Set an example.
Before his death, he
Told me of this day,
But not of the message
That I bring with a full heart.
I have seen him yet again,
Looked into those gentle eyes.
Now I bring to you
The ultimate truth,
A supreme goal for your life
And for your conduct.
Live by it, you shall live forever.
Ignore it, you shall surely die of your own design.
From the Isle of Patmos
I arise, to bring you the truth.
From my stone pillow
And rock bed come I,
To utter to your ears
As a whisper:
'Little children, love one another.'
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