Er flere Bikers Prayers rundt forbi.
Har samlet noen av dem her, for å si noe om at motorsykkelkjøring ikke bare er friluftsliv.
Motorsykkelkjøring gir noe på andre plan, også det åndelige, som vi så lett glemmer i hverdagen.
A BIKERS PRAYER
Biker Angel be my guide
As I climb upon my scoot to ride.
Let your halo guide the way and
Keep me safe from harm today.
Let your wings provide me wind and air
And send it coursing through my hair.
Find for me a sunny place and let
It shine upon my face.
Keep the clouds and rain at bay
And keep me dry throughout the day.
Watch over my brothers who ride with me
Keep them safe and close to thee.
Keep my wheels upon the ground
So I’ll return here safe and sound.
But should disaster be my fate,
Guide me through to heaven’s gate.
If I must join my fallen brethren,
Please show me the way to Biker Heaven.
Vår (motorsyklistenes) skytshelgen er st. Columbanus, en irsk munk som i følge den engelske nettsiden Bike blessing har disse dydene som faller sammen med motorsyklistenes
The Vatican has just pronounced that bikers now have an official patron saint.
The Cardinals got together and sifted through a reliquary full of likely candidates and came up with one overall winner
St Columbanus is now our saint. He was born in 540 AD and died in 615 AD. He had various qualities that seemed to make him fit the bill.
He was an early Celt so means something to Christians and Pagans.
He was born in Ireland in Wicklow so he was big hearted and friendly. A ruggedly handsome chap by all accounts.
Like many of us male bikers he was irresistible to women. Jonas his saintly historian wrote that Columbanus left home because he was constantly pestered by a laviscious women!
He was most famous for his miracle. Not the five loaves and two fishes, but the two fishes and loads of beer. He found some hungry and thirsty monks one day and multiplied two fish and a little beer into an almighty knees up.
He didnt ride a bike, he would have were sure, but the trouble was they weren’t invented at that time.
If he had ridden a bike scholars agree it would probably have been something Italian like a Laverda or a Ducati even a Guzzi . You see he founded his monastery in Bobbio northern Italy and his bones lie there to this day not far from Monzas racetrack.
The church got it right for once! A patron saint of bikers would have to be attractive, irresistible, interested in beer and exotic north Italian products. So, St Columbanus really fits the bill!!
Bikers Patron saint & Prayer of Blessing
Prayer of Blessing
May God bless you and keep you safe on this machine.
May you meet encounter the risen Lord in your travels, in the freedom of the open road, the fellowship of other bikers and in each person you meet.
May the Lord be with you at home and on the road.
May He accompany you when you start on your many journeys.
May He fill your life abundantly with his many blessings.
May He keep all your riding safe.
May His mercy, grace and love shine upon your every road.
Hentet fra Bikeblessing.co.uk
A Bikers Prayer
If when I die and I ride up
To those Pearlie Gates
St. Peter comes a calling
Telling me I have to wait.
” Your soul is truly welcome,
But your noisy Bike, it ain’t.”
This cannot be, or so I thought
Did I just hear him right?
That I can pass right through these Gates
But I cannot bring my bike?
“Heaven’s such a quite place,
So peaceful without sin.
A raucous Bike like yours,
Most surely won’t fit in!”
I stood there for a moment,
I guess the choice was clear.
I turned and got back on my bike,
I kicked it into gear!
Now hold on just a minute,
From the back room came a voice.
If you Walk with me a few short steps,
You’ll have reason to rejoice.
Walking down a narrow path,
We came to a garage.
Like nothing I had ever seen,
A Man Cave Taj Mahal .
The door it opened smooth as silk
It never made a noise
I looked around and was surprised
Filled wall to wall with toys
“Old Peter guards the Gate” he said
“At times he’s last to know
We sometimes add new sections here
And word gets round real slow.”
“Everything you see inside,
Is yours without a doubt.
I hope it’s to your liking
For this is your new house.”
He took me round to the back
Still reeling from this news.
Endless miles of open roads
Just waiting to be cruised.
“It was a long time coming.”
The voice said with much delight
“I hope your really happy
And that I did it right.”
Who was this mystery man
That worked so hard for me
Everything was just so perfect
Lacking nothing I could see
I stood there silent staring
Could have knocked me with feather
He took off his Golden helmet
it was Jesus clad in leathers
“I think you’ll need a partner”
Jesus said with lots of pride
There’s no need to take a short cut
Now forever we will ride!”
Hentet fra Back Road rider