Wisdom Ointment is Free

I need wisdom ointment, but so much ointment contains flies. Wisdom that comes from above, wisdom that is pure and holy.

 

I was visiting a friend the other day, and she noticed I had some eczema on my hand. It had been there a few days and was slightly irritated and red. She offered to rub some ointment into the skin. I gladly accepted.

Touch is a wonderful thing, especially when it regards a skin disease. She gently worked in the ointment and I could feel the pain ease away. I almost teared up because someone had noticed, cared and offered ointment and love.

I checked out the tube of ointment she had taken a small dab of ointment from. Looking over the ingredients, I noticed that there were no dead flies in the mix.

There were no ‘flies in the ointment’ as such.

It’s a funny litt

 

le saying, but I think it comes from the wisdom writings of Ecclesiastes.

Dead flies make the perfumer’s ointment give off a foul odour;
so a little folly outweighs wisdom and honour. Ecclesiastes 10:1

The eczema is no longer there, but maybe the touch and the offering of wisdom to pain remains.

So I wrote a poem!

 

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