How much the wound hurts! It wept and oozed. It was swollen, tender and raw. The plaster had done a good job so far. It came on smart and neat, fitted snug, concealing everything. Stamped on it, keeping it all together, presenting a respectable front. But like all plasters it got worn, tired and frayed and fell off. The wound was never healed and that was when the pain re-emerged. We blamed the plaster, kicked at the wrong pole, barked at the wrong tree. What has the plaster got to do with the pain? It was just a temporary fix, sometimes allowing healing to take place, other times deferring the healing while providing a temporary relief. We always have to fix the problem, get to the source of the real issue and deal with it. That was never the job of the plaster. Plasters are drawn to wounds in the same manner that wounds are drawn to plaster, a distracting attraction that enables indulgence and delays the work of healing, in some cases exacerbating the disease. If only we have the strength to say ‘no thank you’ anoint our wound, allowing it to weep all it needed to and breath, from deep within it starts healing then we will never need a plaster. Having said that, there are times the wound is a surface wound and it is a plaster job, but that doesn’t work for deep wounds.
Beautiful Ivory 