Kiln for the Unborn

Cup the rain in your hand, And feed the water, To the thirsty, Let them know what it is like to feel quenched, Pick an orange off a tree, And peel the skin, For the hungry, To know the health, Pick up a pen, And teach the illiterate, To read, And to write, So that they can understand it too, Grab the divinity, For the light workers, To absorb, In their unlearned chakras, And Run with your legs, And take the disabled with you, So they know they too, Are alive, And should be Preparing, For the revolution