Pilots’ Stories

Pilots’ Stories

Circular rainbows are cherished from
          high above
A lone, lost traveler is spotted
          and lifted from the wilderness
Entire villages are rescued from invaders
          at 10,000 feet in the Himalayas
Countless dying, sick, born and unborn
          passengers are lovingly carried
          to their destinations.
In the infancy of aviation
          pilots followed railroad tracks
And squinted through darkness
          for a mother’s oil lamp beacon.
                    thrilling at the freedom of flight.
          Gratitude to the Supreme Pilot
Who truly holds aeroplanes and souls

                               – Stota Morke-Fountain.


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