Beautiful cabin crew - Skyward Grace

In the aisle, like angels in navy blue,
Hands clasped quiet in seatbelt light’s hue.
Whispers soft for skies so true,
Prayers rise from the beautiful cabin crew.

Smiles brighter than runway beams,
Jetstream faith and ginger tea dreams.
In every prayer, a promise kept—
In turbulence, they never wept.

My son made this with his own hand,
Why don’t pictures like this ever trend?
Scarlett Johansson sells the brand,
But heaven's hosts wear cabin crew bands.
Beautiful cabin crew, blessed and true,
Asian women flight attendants are
Praying for me, praying for you.

Cart wheels roll down the sky’s long lane,
They carry calm like morning rain.
Each tray passed with silent grace,
Each prayer said in sacred space.

Digital world moves way too fast,
But this moment’s meant to last.
Holy crosses in their bags,
Amongst the peanuts and red flag tags.

My son made this with his own hand,
Why don’t pictures like this ever trend?
Scarlett Johansson sells the brand,
But heaven's hosts wear cabin crew bands.
Beautiful cabin crew, blessed and true,
Asian women flight attendants are
Praying for me, praying for you.

In a JPEG loop, their peace just shines,
Better than filters, better than lines.
Not for clout, not for fame,
Just silent angels with no name.

My son made this with his own hand,
This beauty no algorithm can understand.
Scarlett can wait—this is the view,
My prayers fly with the beautiful cabin crew.

One flight ends, another begins,
They bow, they serve, they tuck you in.
Faith at 30,000 feet—
With tray, with prayer, with gentle feet.