Christine Wallace

The Dandelion stood in the middle of the lawn Yellow petals reaching to the sun. Day after day it fluttered in the breeze. Then one day an explosion happened, The wind gentle at first Rushed across the lawn. The dandelion bent its fluffy head and Thousands of tiny seeds Flew off on an adventure. Each one carrying life. Delicate but life filled. Are you a dandelion? Pregnant with life. With seeds With spiritual life for others. Let the wind of the Spirit blow through you Let your seeds be...

The old oak kitchen table Stood on the uneven floor. She slid down the bench seat. Rubbed her hands on the table top. She smiled and remembered. The day her 2-year-old grandson Had danced on the tabletop. The day her whole family had played Monopoly How they had laughed and complained How her youngest usually won. The Sunday morning her future son-in-law Asked for her beautiful daughter’s hand in marriage. When her crazy friends had a posh tea party. The tears, the laughs, the food The joy...

The watchman stood on the wall. He looked out to the horizon. Yes alert Watching Seeing Observing Sometimes it was hard being alone. Other times it was good. Then He saw it. A little bit of dust Kicked up in the distance. Just where the Land and Sky meet! He was alert He continued to watch Yes, it was getting bigger. Was it the wind? No It was! It was! Horsemen? Who were they? More alert than ever He continued to watch Then He saw it The colours. Not friendly colours So, He put his hand to...