Snow Cannons are silent at Killington

Snow Cannons are silent at Killington

Oh Lord, hear our prayer.

The majesty which is your creation in the middle of a small state named Vermont in the small town of Killington seeks your love and understanding. The glorious landscape, which you created, has transformed with the seasons from a lush green paradise filled with life to a dull grey protrusion into the heavens.

Oh Lord, hear our prayer.

Oh Lord, many of your servants have climbed the mountain, searching for signs that you have not forgotten us in our time of need. We seek the cold mountain air, to free us from the shackles placed upon us by those who seek us to serve them instead of you. We seek the white, pure snows, to raise our spirits, and cleanse our souls; to divert us, how ever briefly, from the purgatory of our existence and surround us in the mountains with your glory.

Oh Lord, hear our pray.

In our time of need we ask of you, our Lord, a humble favor. We pray to you , oh Lord, that you give us cold weather. We beseech you to look down upon your majestic mountains and grace them with a blanket of snow. For, dear Lord, we know that before the lush green glow of the mountains returns next spring, the pure white snow of winter must bath us in your glow.

Oh Lord, hear our prayer!