Chris Hawk A Surfers Prayer

"Peace. Love. Surf." - Chris Hawk

Now that I am beyond peril
Commend me not on land
In soil, to dirt
Fuel for worms
And all the earth's corruption

Lay me down
In the bosom of the stormy sea
In the grip of Poseidon's frenzy

Let your tears swell the tide
That bear all craft aloft
To fair winds and the quay side
At the pleasure of Mac Lír

Let my coffin fall past
The watchful eye of sharks
To join those who fell before
Sailors, pirates, mermaids
And all who ride upon the spray

Fire the Bofors gun
Once for my life
Once for my love
Once for my son
Once for my soul
Lost on the cresting wave

Chris Hawk surfer, shaper, Surfers' Hall of Fame inductee, died of cancer Oct. 23 here at his home in San Clemente.

"Peace. Love. Surf." - Chris Hawk