Holy One,
I lay upon your altar a stone, maybe,
or a feather, a cup,
some rain, some words, or 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.
I offer them to you.
Receive them with love,
bless them with grace,
and use them according to your delight.
The sun shines in onto the table.
I hear the silence, and something in it,
your offering to me.
I hold it in myself,
like the sun on the table.