"Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find, knock and it will be opened to you. For everyone who asks receives and one who seeks finds, and to the one who knocks it will be opened. Or which of you, if his son asks him for bread will give him a stone? Or if he asks for fish, will give him a serpent? If you then, who are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children how much more will your Father who is in heaven give good things to those who ask him!"
It must be like a hunger—
like the smell of rich soup after an autumn’s long walk.
We take up the bowl,
not like beggars, no,
but with simple expectation to be fed.
The hollow emptiness in our bellies
is the place calling out,
like to like,
puzzle-pieces that will nestle one into another,
and piece by piece,
warm soup in hand
we will build that picture
of how to live
the resounding and rebounding knock.