Holy One,
I lay upon your altar a stone,
a feather, a cup,
some rain, some words, some earth.
I set on your table a bowl,
an unlit candle, a window,
a fish still swimming in the sea.
These are my struggles, my joys,
my gifts, my weaknesses, my sins.
They are my gratitude, my sorrow,
my shame, my wonderings, my light.
Receive them with love,
bless them with grace,
and use them according to your delight.
The sun shines in upon the table.
I hear something in the silence.
I hold it in myself,
like the sun on the table.