The Blessed Traveler

In the quiet hum of engines, 

I lift my heart to the skies, 

a whisper among clouds and stars, 

as the world stretches below me, 

an endless tapestry of green and gold. 

O gentle Savior, guide this vessel, 

upon your silent wings, 

cradled in your mercy, 

through the vast and winding roads of air, 

to lands I wish to roam. 

Keep us safe from thunder’s roar, 

from tempests that howl and rage, 

for every soul aboard this flight, 

is a prayer wrapped in hope, 

a heartbeat in rhythm with your love. 

Let the winds be gentle, 

and the skies a brilliant hue, 

as we soar above, 

each mile a step closer 

to the embrace of new horizons, 

where history whispers in the breeze, 

and adventure beckons with open arms. 

With gratitude, I journey forth, 

trusting in your steadfast grace, 

for every takeoff a new beginning, 

every landing a promise fulfilled 

under your watchful gaze, 

the compass of my heart in your hands.