Offering

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.