I say this while pouring a libation of water for my ancestors, then lighting a white candle. The words are inspired by and in small parts taken from a beautiful Kemetic Orthodoxy rite that’s performed every month for the blessed dead.
Hail akhu, known and unknown, true of voice, shining as stars in the vault of Nut! I offer to you cool water and a thousand of all good and pure things.
May you go outdoors every morning and return every evening, in all the forms you wish to assume. May you enter this, your house of the living, in joy; I bid you welcome and burn a candle for you here.