There is but little to say—
     The cup from which I drink
     And is me
  	Is emptying. . .
     The last drops evaporate
     While the remaining residue
     Awaits cleansing.

What is to occupy this vessel?
	I know not,
     But if wishes be granted,
May it fill with Love Universal.

        The Dawn approaches,
        And with its Light
        Let us together sip
        Out Newfound Sight.