Place your hands on the altar and say:
Let what I feel fill but not consume me.
Let me follow what I feel but not be forced.
Let me become the kind of soul who never clings too who lets go yet loves.
I imagine better worlds, yet work in this one.
I touch, and treasure, even those I can never hold, and let me learn from all my losses.
Let me out, let me in, let me see, let me be.
A window -- maybe broken -- but through which a bit of air and sunlight comes.