The wind is tearing through the Pass tonight, And we who strive to keep a God-ward course Can hear an airplane laboring in flight Against a tempest's equinoctial force. Like us, the aviator longs for rest. Below him floats a moonlit drift of cloud In soft allure. It hides a granite crest And, if he yielded, would become his shroud. Endure, O Soul! The airman's strength is gone, And wings are weighted by the icy blast. But now he sees the beacon! Struggling on Through dark to light, he gains the field at last. Though clouds may tempt to ruin, storms assail, The guiding Light of Christ will never fail. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LIMBO by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE RAIN-SONGS by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR GOOD AND BAD LUCK by HEINRICH HEINE CREPUSCULE DU MATIN; SONNET by AMY LOWELL SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 31. A QUESTION by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) VILLANELLE by JOACHIM DU BELLAY |