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It’s 5.30am, dark, windy and balmy
 
In tha garden this morning,
 
as usual I woke depressed
 
and now I have a thirty delicious 
 
minutes all to myself, 
 
here in nature, here with God,
 
the only one who knows me 
 
well enough to heal me. 
 
 
But it’s not really a healing is it? 
 
It’s just that in the sound of the wind 
 
rushing through trees and in the stillness beneath it, 
 
I remember, just for a few moments, who I am.
 
Not the wounded man, broken by life, 
 
caught between the impossible and the implacable, 
 
depressed and angry at the wrongs meted out to him
 
and waiting for the sweet release of death,
 
but a man for whom life and death are unimportant
 
because they are secondary to love.