Sunday, 19 July 2015

Apples of Gold




The spirit of wisdom nudged me, urging me to share my thoughts. A relative was experiencing hardship, and sought my comfort. I had told the spirit of wisdom that I had nothing to share with them in their time of need. ‘They seek not materialistic comfort,’ he said before their arrival, ‘They seek the peace of your wisdom in counsel.’ I downplayed the usefulness of words to console broken heart, ‘If that’s all they want, I will go and get them a sympathy card at the gift store.’ I blurted. The spirit slapped me across the shoulder, ‘A word fitly spoken and in due season,’ his stern voice boomed at me, ‘is like apples of gold in settings of silver to the one who gives it, and to the one who receives it!’

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