A desert drought! And all are sick;
The animals are dried up, too.
And Brother Charles lies on his bed
Without the food to make it through.

Before today he often thought
Of what to bring to those he met
When travelling, when staying still;
He thought of give, not get. And yet

Today it changes, just a tad.
Charles would have died, but friends, they come
With milk in hand, to bring him back
To life, to love, to live with them.

To give, receive: all can be love.
The message, if there’s one today:
To live, exchange, and know in each
The values hidden in the clay.