Andrew sighed as he walked down the street. A storm was approaching, so he
ducked into a small coffee shop. A sad expression covered his face as he
inhaled the smells of freshly- brewed coffee. He hadn't seen Monica in two
months. They each had different assignments and barely got time to
breathe.
He took a seat at a table and stared out the window. He started to think about a song that nearly brought him to tears at the lyrics. It reminded him of Monica. Before he knew it, he was singing it to himself, but others could hear his singing.
There's a ship out on the ocean at the mercy of the sea
It's been tossed about lost and broken wandering aimlessly
And God, somehow You know the ship is me
Because there's a lighthouse in a harbor shining faithfully
Pouring its light out across the water for this sinking soul to see
That someone out there still believes in me
On a prayer, in a song
I hear your voice and it keeps me hanging on
Raining down against the wind
I'm reaching out until we reach the circle's end
When you come back to me again
There's a moment that we all come to
In our own time and our own space
Where all that we've done we can undo
If our heart's in the right place
On a prayer, in a song
I hear your voice and it keeps me hanging on
Raining down against the wind
I'm reaching out until we reach the circle's end
When you come back to me again
Again and again I see
My yesterdays in front of me
Unfolding like a mystery
You're changing all that is and used to be
On a prayer, in a song
I hear your voice and it keeps me hanging on
Raining down against the wind
I'm reaching out until we reach the circle's end
When you come back to me again
He smiled weakly and stood up. The storm had cleared up. Before he could turn around, a voice stopped him.
"Great singing, as always. Huh, Andrew?"
He thought for a second, then whirled around. That Irish accented voice could only belong to one person...
"Monica!" he yelled. She ran up to him, smiling, and threw her arms around his neck. He returned the embrace with his arms around her waist.
"Oh sweetheart, I missed you so much," he whispered. He kissed the top of her head.
"I'm never going to let you go," she whispered back, "never again. I just can't Andrew." She started to cry tears of joy.
"It's ok, Angel girl, you don't have to. The Father gave us a few weeks off together." Monica smiled and nodded.
"You want some coffee?" he asked.
"Stupid question," Monica laughed. Soon Andrew joined in. They sat at the table and ordered coffee. They stared out the window and smiled at each other as a small, white dove flew by, cooing.
He took a seat at a table and stared out the window. He started to think about a song that nearly brought him to tears at the lyrics. It reminded him of Monica. Before he knew it, he was singing it to himself, but others could hear his singing.
There's a ship out on the ocean at the mercy of the sea
It's been tossed about lost and broken wandering aimlessly
And God, somehow You know the ship is me
Because there's a lighthouse in a harbor shining faithfully
Pouring its light out across the water for this sinking soul to see
That someone out there still believes in me
On a prayer, in a song
I hear your voice and it keeps me hanging on
Raining down against the wind
I'm reaching out until we reach the circle's end
When you come back to me again
There's a moment that we all come to
In our own time and our own space
Where all that we've done we can undo
If our heart's in the right place
On a prayer, in a song
I hear your voice and it keeps me hanging on
Raining down against the wind
I'm reaching out until we reach the circle's end
When you come back to me again
Again and again I see
My yesterdays in front of me
Unfolding like a mystery
You're changing all that is and used to be
On a prayer, in a song
I hear your voice and it keeps me hanging on
Raining down against the wind
I'm reaching out until we reach the circle's end
When you come back to me again
He smiled weakly and stood up. The storm had cleared up. Before he could turn around, a voice stopped him.
"Great singing, as always. Huh, Andrew?"
He thought for a second, then whirled around. That Irish accented voice could only belong to one person...
"Monica!" he yelled. She ran up to him, smiling, and threw her arms around his neck. He returned the embrace with his arms around her waist.
"Oh sweetheart, I missed you so much," he whispered. He kissed the top of her head.
"I'm never going to let you go," she whispered back, "never again. I just can't Andrew." She started to cry tears of joy.
"It's ok, Angel girl, you don't have to. The Father gave us a few weeks off together." Monica smiled and nodded.
"You want some coffee?" he asked.
"Stupid question," Monica laughed. Soon Andrew joined in. They sat at the table and ordered coffee. They stared out the window and smiled at each other as a small, white dove flew by, cooing.