A Pilot's Prayer
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When this life I'm in is done,
And at the gates I stand.
My hope is that I answer all
the questions on command.
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I doubt I'll be asked of my fame,
or all the things I knew.
Instead, did I witness the rainbows
on rainy days I flew.
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The hours logged, the status reached,
the ratings will not matter.
Did I notice the sun's rays
on the lakes that scattered.
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Or what about the droplets clear,
that spread across my screen?
And the twinkling eyes of student pilots keen?
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How fast, how far, how much, how high?
I won't be asked these things.
But did I take the time to watch
the moonbeams wash my wings?
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And did I see the patchwork fields
the mirrored lakes below?
Or the mountains high and velvet hills?
Of these did I behold?
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And when the goals are reached at last.
When all the flying's done.
I'll answer with no regret - Indeed! I had some fun.
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So when these things are asked of me,
And I can reach no higher.
My prayer this day with hands extended,
please welcome home this Flyer.
by pilots for pilots.
Feel free to add your own flying wonders
and pass along to others.
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