Oh, let me tell you a story,
A story about The Eye;
How it’s either like a Honey Bee,
Or it behaves like a Fly.
Where you look,
Will determine what you see.
Just ask the Fly,
And the Honey Bee.
If you ask the Fly
“Tell me of the lovely things,
In and around this place.”
He’ll buzz his wings,
And his path then retrace,
Saying…
“I haven’t seen any lovely things –
I don’t believe they exist.
But I can tell you where all the rotten things are,
All the dirt and filth I’ve kissed.”
If you ask the Honey Bee
“Tell me where is the rotten,
Where do the ugly things stay?”
He’ll buzz his wings,
Remember the flowers of Spring,
And not know what to say…
“I haven’t seen any ugly things –
I don’t believe they exist.
But I can tell you where all the meadows are,
The fresh water and the flowers I’ve kissed.”
Just like the Honey Bee,
Just like the Fly,
You inevitably see,
Wherever you put your eye.
If you’re looking for evil,
You’ll never run out of corruption to list.
If you collect all that is rotten,
Surly, you can fill an abyss.
If you’re looking for beauty,
You’ll, likewise, never run out of
Those colors of bliss,
You’ll fill your eternity
To gorgeously reminisce.
Where you look
determines what you’ll see,
What you treasure,
Determines what you’ll be.
So then examine
The scope of your eyes,
Do they collect like the Honey Bees?
Or do they collect like the Fly’s?
Bible Text contemplations for this poem:
King James Bible:
Unto the pure all things are pure: but unto them that are defiled and unbelieving is nothing pure; but even their mind and conscience is defiled.
