Sacred Poetry
Agate by Sarah Rehfeldt
Offerings
It doesn’t have to be much.
It hardly has to be spoken,
a word –
Even
an ordinary,
somewhat rounded,
small,
imperfect pebble
pulled from broken fragments of shell and drift,
once polished,
placed inside the center of your palm
and held out to the sky,
will let the sunlight sparkle through it.
What little it takes.
