Though it's little, take and bless it,
all I offer you, O Lord,
since my hands would now be empty
had not goodness overflowed.
From the sun you made and lifted
all the world is warmed and fed,
and the grain you first had given
has become my daily bread.
I am dust, but you have seen me;
you have filled my hands with flour.
In the mixing and the kneading
I am copying your power,
for you kneaded us and made us
from the rich and fertile soil.
God, the bread that I am baking
carries your creation's joy.
It is little, almost nothing,
but what else could little give?
Yet it bears the weight of loving:
Gracious Lord, receive my gift.
By your gifts alone I've made it,
seed and sunlight, rain and earth.
Take this little; bless and break it
for the feeding of the world.
Woman baking bread (c. 2200 BC); Louvre By Rama, CC BY-SA 3.0 fr, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=69938567
Kate Bluett 