A Biker’s Prayer
May the sun rise in front of me. May the rain fall behind me and the wind follow me.
May the angels of my brothers and sisters who have gone before me guard my travels, for they know the perils of the road ahead of me.
Keep me safe through the rough city streets on my way to the land of the swirling turns and rolling hills.
Let the turning colors of fall keep me warm. Let the eagle guide me to the mountain tops. Let the Moon’s light guide me through the night.
May my tires not fail me, nor my engine grow old. May my bike draw life from the streams I pass.
Keep my seat soft and my mind sharp. Let the air of spring breathe life into my soul, to journey to another adventure beside my brothers and sisters.
Posted by: Karen Casey