Where have you been?
Busy. I’m working full time while studying part time to get my Master’s in social work.
I was a little worried.
Well, you posted that thing about being in relationship. And you’ve been sounding fairly liberal in general. Then that poem about your lover, or something?
Oh. Well, I’m not in a romantic relationship at the moment, if that helps. And the speaker in poems is not necessarily the same as the author. But it’s true that I was drawing on my memories of lying in bed with a guy I cared for on a lazy Saturday morning.
That seems like a weird thing to write about, for someone who is supposed to be committed to a “traditional Christian sexual ethic”.
Is it, though? Shouldn’t we recognize beauty wherever we find it, even in unexpected places? I think a lot about Jesus’ parable of the wheat and the tares. Everything is all mixed up together in this world. It’s awfully hard to pull one piece of beauty up without bringing lots of evil along with it, and vice versa. The roots are all enmeshed with each other.
Speaking of lying in bed, this reminds me of something my first boyfriend asked me while I was lying on his chest. We were talking about holiness. He asked, “Is what we just did holy?”
I said I didn’t know. Then I pulled up some St. John of the Cross on my phone to show him:
The breeze blew from the turret
As I parted his locks;
With his gentle hand
He caressed my neck
And caused all my senses to be suspended.
“That seems pretty homoerotic,” he said. I agreed.
Let’s continue this conversation later. l have to go to work.