In a futile attempt to erase our past, we deprive the community of our healing gift. If we conceal our wounds out of fear and shame, our inner darkness can neither be illuminated nor become a light for others.

― Brennan Manning, Abba’s Child: The Cry of the Heart for Intimate Belonging

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THE DEVIL OF THE PICNIC TREE

If seen from treetop level
the world is far enough away to kill you
with a fall. Be more careful than the bird.
Let the sky that is low yet as high in its flight still  
     you
with its colours, treeleaf-green, earthen-ware, and the  
     devil
in the wind go by. Trust in the tree you heard;
and you heard it then. It holds me like an arm
in the same limb that holds you; I have been sent to save
     you
for the climbs that are mine, and it is the world I
     climb,
and all my pitfall ages, having survived
the devil of the picnic tree. The climbing is nearly
     over,
but I am assigned to be here to see that you
stay up, go on; else what shall I do with my shadow?
Even the falling shadows are ours from the picnic tree.
(The Weekend Australian Review, July 1, 2000)

DAVID ROWBOTHAM

http://www.qct.com.au/rowbotham/australian.html

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