An empty jug

An empty jug

If I knew what I was looking for,
I might could find it.

When I know what it is,
my search will be over.

All I've ever known is an empty jug
that rings like a bell when struck.

Not a drop in the bottom
so, from where comes this thirst?

This concept of satiation?  All I know
of bread is the stubble of a field.

Not one encrusted crumb.
Absence does not speak

nor indicate what is missing.
All I know of wealth is what

strangers stuff into my cup.
What will it take to fill the jug?

Until the search is over,
I don't know what I am looking for.

O child of God, those on the path
should clasp tightly the Godman's hand.