OFFERINGS

It doesn’t have to be much.
It hardly needs 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.


Poem and image by Sarah Rehfeldt. Please do not copy without my permission.

Photographed on the Oregon coast near Yachats.

This poem was the winner of the 2010 Sacred Poetry Contest at Touchstones of the Sacred
and is published in Young Ravens Literary Review, issue 6 (Summer 2017);
reprinted in Kaleidoscope: Exploring the Experience of Disability through Literature and the Fine Arts, Number 75, Summer/Fall 2017.