“I wonder why I didn’t see it there before…”. Belle, from “Beauty and the Beast”
“You have a good eye”, husband tells me. “A good eye for color.” I like the sound of that. A good eye–my heart smiles. I feel artistic, creative, color-full. Yet, I muse…what does it really mean–to have a good eye?
I read the words of Ralph Waldo Emerson, “There is no object so foul that intense light will not make beautiful.“
He says it, too, the beast/prince to Belle in the fairytale, “Try to find me and know me…no matter how I may be hidden from you.”
Is it possible to see this world with a “good eye“? To see the prince in the beast–to see beauty in the ugly, in the wretched, in the unlovely?
“The eye is the lamp of the body. If your eyes are healthy (good), your whole body will be full of light“, the words of His Book reveal.
Full of light. To be light-full. No hate, no disgust, no evil intent. Soul eye clear of life’s distorting cataracts–those shifting memory-shadows that shade, darken, infect.
Centered only on the prevailing light of the good eye of the Father of Heavenly Lights…the bad eye becomes the good eye, seeing through the ugly to the hidden good and perfect gift within. Eye-filling goodness that transforms. In the moment, I am Belle in the fairytale looking at the beast/prince, “I wonder why I didn’t see it there before?”