Flights of Fancy

Dearly beloved United flight 869

Endless as the Oceans, stubborn as the Sea.
Oh would, that this tin box, please, carry me?
Oh would that your dear wings, hold fast to your frame,
Or that your troubled engines, would stop spitting flames?
Oh how can I trust, your doors to stay shut,
or whether your radio...this time, makes the cut?
This I suppose, I will count as grace.
stranded in San Fran for days at a space.