Christine Wallace

Don’t put up the umbrella. The thought crashed into her brain, She stopped. “What?” She said in her head, “Don’t put up your umbrella.” She looked all around. Then the first big drop of rain Landed on her face. Then a second. Then a third. It became a trickle. Quickly, a full-blown downpour. But she stood there. Face raised. Eyes closed. The rain ran down her face, Her coat was soaked But And it was a big but She just laughed. It became a giggle. She almost put her hands over her face, Slowly...

It is a journey. A relationship A discovery. It is not a list of needs and wants. It is a moment of peace, A pain in your heart. It is love It is sorrow It is laughter It is hope It is desperation It is War Peace Pain Understanding It is emptiness Fulness Happiness Sadness Always available A moment in time, But most of all It is a conversation with You, Lord. Sometimes the words are spoken. Others, words poured out in pain. Then again, gratitude Then spontaneous joy. Praise pours out....

She wandered down the beach. And perched on her favourite rock. She gazed out to sea, The sunlight bounced over the ripples on the water. It was blue, silver and twinkly. But out on the horizon She noted a storm brewing. She smiled. The day was warm. But as the afternoon moved on The temperature began to drop. Slowly, but she noticed it. The wind began to increase. Even the seagulls moved inland. The azure blue sky became darker Moodier. As grey, then black clouds Rushed closer. She pulled...