Stepping off the lift
At the top of the mountain,
Skis over my shoulder,
Happiness in my heart,
I stand at the top,
The top of the mountain.
There beneath me
Lays the untrodden snow,
Not a mark upon it.
I prepare myself for the journey,
The journey down the hill,
Going where none have gone before.
The start is slow and gentle,
The sibilance of the snow
Sliding silently beneath my skis.
The speed increases,
As the adrenalin flows.
Then it comes to me,
The wonder of my world
As my journey continues,
Not just down this hill,
That has become my life,
My journey of life.
The thrill of living,
The thrill of My Spirit,
Flowing in me,
Flowing with me.
I ski down this path,
This untrodden path
Which my life is following.
The tracks left behind me,
Where I have been,
The unknown ahead of me,
But the Faith of knowing
All will be well.
The slope eases,
My way slows,
I come to stillness,
Knowing that my journey
Will never end,
And that snow-covered slope,
Will always show me the way.