An Imperfect Offering

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Light the incense.
As the vapors rise,
may they carry all our prayers.
Let the hundred candles shine,
illuminating and banishing
the night,
in this early morning light.
Scatter the petals of aging blooms,
making a carpet on which to kneel.
When you are ready,
sound the bell
one solitary ring,
as the choir sings,
and our chants begin,
may the All That Is
accept our most
imperfect offering.