I ask for nothing from You:
You have already given me so much.
You have shared Your strength with me;
You have showed me patience when I have not earned it;
With Your sword and spear You have
helped me to slaughter my fears.
In return for this, I ask for nothing; instead,
I offer You such gifts as I may:
I offer You my silence, and
from here on, I will try not to bewail my troubles,
or keen out my pains;
I will try to bear them with the fortitude
I have learned from You.
I offer You my patience:
I shall always seek not to leap
to the most dire conclusion,
but wait through adversity for it to end,
knowing that to presume that only evil
shall befall me is an insult
to the Gods that made me.
I offer You my vigilance:
Always will I watch for the signs
You show to me, to direct me in the way
You would wish me to go.
The flight of crows, the pattern of wind on water,
the sight of wolf or mare or heifer or eel
in the world around me; by these things
shall I know You.
I offer You my reticence;
You ask me to be brave, not stupid,
and I do You no compliment by leaping blindly
into danger without knowing all I can learn
about it; missing certain truths can
get me needlessly killed.
These things do I offer You,
Phantom Queen, Frenzy, Terror;
I offer them in good faith for the good turns
You have done me, and in gratitude and love
for being allowed the honor
of knowing and serving You.
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