Dear God:

I am deeply sorry.

This morning I was going to pray to you. But, when I was facing my altar with my eyes closed and my hands together, I couldn't remember any prayer. Can you believe that? You know that I have been praying to you for over thirty years. I pray in three different languages. I know the Holly Father, ElCredo, Pai Nosso, and many, many more, You know that. However, nothing came to me.

It may be because after saying those prayers mechanically by me and many more of us believers, the prayers are devalued. Like money that goes through inflation then it becomes worthless. Or is it that we have used up all the words of all the languages to bring daily instructions on what we want done instead of letting you decide what you will do for us? My Goddess, this morning I ended up spending twenty minutes in silence. After that I just say all the words that come to my heart. I thought that any sound coming out of my heart through my mouth may be a form of praise. I said; avena, boat, Camilo embryo, flower, mother, parking meter, , etc. I enunciated as many words as I could remember. They all come out as beautiful sounds of praise. They were not weaved together. It wasn't a petition. It is not a prayer out of any book. I am sorry. I do not have a traditional prayer for you today.

I looked around my house. I noticed a beautiful flower blossoming out my door. Dear Goddess If you accept, I am offering you the flower as a prayer. I hope you do not mind if we don't cut it and just leave it there for the hummingbird that come to say hi everyday. The flower is yours. It is still my offering for today. Creatress; you know that I have been out of work. I understand that that is your way of blessing me. Food is scarce in my house. However, for tomorrow I already have a prayer for you. I have a tasty, organic, corn tortilla. I'll cut it in half. You come to my place if you have a break. My prayer for you tomorrow is half a tortilla.

Amen.