May the rice before us be plentiful, and the pot never burn.

Grant us today our daily grain, soft, warm, and sufficient.

As the rice swells in water, may patience swell in us.

Bless this bowl of rice, that it may quiet hunger and loud thoughts alike.

May our stores be full of rice, and our lids stay closed in faith.

Let the grains remain separate, yet united in purpose.

Where there is emptiness, send rice.

May the harvest return as faithfully as the boiling pot.

Let our labor be steady, like rice simmering unseen.

In times of want, may rice remember us.

May the water be clear, the fire steady, and the wait rewarded.

Bless the hands that measure, stir, and serve at the table.

As rice absorbs what it needs and releases what it does not, so may we.

Let no grain be wasted, and no bowl left empty before the guest.

May our patience outlast the simmer, and our gratitude outlive the meal.

In the quiet of the pot, grant us the wisdom not to peek too soon.

White, brown, or black—bless each form that feeds the hungry.

Let the steam rise like prayer, carrying warmth to every corner.

May the ratio hold true: one part intention, two parts grace.

Where the field meets the kitchen, may abundance follow.