Have you ever stood on the top of the

world

And viewed the mountains of God,

Where the pitiless hand of thoughtless

man

Has never betrayed the frosty timber

stands?

Have you bathed in the mist of a fluffy

cloud,

Grinned intimately at the sun,

Or laughed with the wind

As you felt it singe

Your hands, your face, and your hair?

Have you raced with the wind

As it clung to your sides,

And whispered its gusty sighs?

You are faster than speed

You are lighter than air

You are nothing – and still

The whole sky you fill

With a wondrous and loving stare.

As you zoom, as you zip,

And you slide, and you dip,

Swaying in and out;

And your shoulders shout,

Swing in – swing out.

And with unconscious ease

You are one with the breeze.

You are one with the snow,

With the slope

With the wind and

With all Eternity;

With the world,

With God,

In a feeling that’s awed

On a wonderful, heavenly,

Pair of Skis.

Submitted by Sally Gilman