Today I turned my heart toward the new year and wrote a prayer-poem for Tashlikh, the Rosh haShanah ritual of casting bread or stones into the water to cast off one’s past wrongdoings.
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The Offering: A Tashlikh Prayer | |
I cast this gift to the water. | |
It is my past: blessing and regret. It is my present: reflection and listening. It is my future: intention and mystery. | |
It is what I did and did not; it is yes and no and silence. | |
It is what was done and what arose from what was done and what arises in this body remembering. | |
I let it all go. I own neither the sting nor the sweetness. I hold on to nothing. | |
The river has no past. Each moment of rushing water Is a new beginning. | |
Harm that has been: heal in the rush of love and truth and time. We who are lost: let the current take us homeward. | |
May these waters churn what is broken into what is whole. May each separate droplet reach the ocean that is becoming. | |
The journey awaits. I have no power to refrain from it; only to steer it when I can. | |
May the One who is the great Crossroad guide my turning. | |
Three times I declare: It is finished. It is born. It is unending. | |
Three times I listen: It is love. It is the river. It is before me. | |
May my offering go where it is meant to go and may the one who offers it find the way. | |
Amen. |

“The Offering: A Tashlikh Prayer, by Rabbi Jill Hammer” is shared through the Open Siddur Project with a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 4.0 International copyleft license.
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