A Skier's Prayer of Thanks
I pray the sun will rise in glory.
As sharp, shaped skis prepare for flight.
My face is turning upward
first,
To pray my legs will find me light.
As words are formed on chapsticked lips,
The thanks I feel will sound like this:
If all I have
should fail today,
If family, health or wealth expire,
Let first-run memories stay with me,
On snow-capped mountains that inspire.
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Skiers Prayer
(by a Priest in Verbier, in a sermon)
(translated by Matthew Lewis)
Upon our skis, Lord, You bless us.
When we ponder
the splendor of the mountains
and the glaciers sparkling with snow,
Upon our skis, Lord, You bless us.
When we ski, filled with joy,
in
brilliantly white powder,
Upon our skis, Lord, You bless us.
When, through the cold blueness of dawn,
we track the snow-covered slopes,
Upon
our skis, Lord, You bless us.
Lord, protect your friends the skiers and guide
them across the pistes and fields of snow
until the summit
of our love resounds,
in praise and adoration.
