The taste of love is bitter in my mouth.
I can’t swallow it; I can’t spit it out.
Give me the definition of love -
but don’t use any words.
I’ve been given enough words.
All day long I beg for it
but, at night, when I empty my pouch –
there’s nothing but loose change.
How will this beggarly life ever make me rich?
Show me where to dig to strike the secret vein.
How do I split myself open just right
so that key of Yours might be
inserted into the padlock?
O child of God, in your quest for wealth, ask yourself,
‘Who is the one so impatient and dissatisfied?’
(from A Jewel in the Dust)