stirring nudge to wake the day,
fog the ridge you wake us to,
spirit brace us base camp on,
rod and staff to lead us through.
stretch to lend us rope and sling,
double-length your reach to stay,
grasping full your hand entwine,
holding fast to lessen sway.
contour walking as we go,
danger patch provision take,
hut to hut you meet us here,
come to rest the rise we make.
’til we top the treetops bare,
tundra underfoot and shroud,
bay of islands trace below,
breathing free your mountain cloud.