― 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
with its colours, treeleaf-green, earthen-ware, and the
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
for the climbs that are mine, and it is the world I
and all my pitfall ages, having survived
the devil of the picnic tree. The climbing is nearly
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)