Thank you for many years of stunning displays and all you did for aviation in South Africa.
You will be missed
Rest in Peace Gianfranco
But those who wait on the Lord shall renew their strength; They shall mount up with wings like eagles, they shall run and not be weary, they shall walk and not faint
Isaiah 40:31
I Dream of an Eagle
I
dreamt I saw an eagle fall
And
when he landed, heard him call ,
“Weep
not for me, for I’m a flyer,
My
dreaming calls me ever higher”.
I
laid him down on grass so soft,
This
brave young seeker from aloft.
Looking
upward to the sky,
I
held him gently, asking “WHY?”
I
thought it safer, close to the ground?
Than
soaring high, where clouds abound,
Might
not the lightning strike your wings?
I
wonder why you do these things?
He
slowly turned to me and said,
“You’ve
never walked on the ground untread?”
For
this my friend, has been my task,
And
now I’ll answer what you ask.
When
first I flew some years ago,
My
father took me up to show
A
place where eagles never lifted,
A
place where clouds had never drifted.
And
as we flew, my feathers grasping
Air
so thin my breath was rasping,
I stared
above, with humbled feeling,
And
gazed with awe on heaven’s ceiling.
Is
this as high as we’re to go?
We
mortal creatures from below.
Just
then he called me, as we parted,
“it’s
higher now, than when I started”.
And
then I knew as not before,
The
highest place that eagles soar.
And
star-surrounded, I did say
Prayer
for those who showed the way.
I
know not why my wings have failed,
And
thinking downward as I sailed,
In
all the years I’ve been flying,
The
best of all was in the trying.
So
leave me here among the clover,
For
in the quest my part is over.
Fear
not, my friend, for dreams endure,
For
eagles coming, of this I’m sure.
