It showed a young man lovingly holding an older man from behind, arms draped over shoulders, face touching his neck as if to kiss or breathe in the scent. The older man’s arms reached upward and behind to cradle the back of the younger man’s head. It is a very sensual portrait, and very loving. The young man gently yearns to please, and the older is equally willing to be held and to please by giving way to the younger man’s passion.
And I thought of spiritual union. In my case, is it son to father? Partner to partner? I don’t suppose it matters much. I only know the feeling I had when I saw it, recognizing something in it that I seek as I stumble toward God. Gentle union. Unabashed passion. Complete mutuality.
Even as I turn my attention to that drawing, I start playing it like a movie in my head. The arms untwine. The older man turns his sturdy body toward the young man, cups the unlined face in experienced hands. Their mouths part. They kiss.
This is often what seeking feels like to me. Experiencing it deeply enough to share it, and at the same time, a yearning for The Kiss.
And I thought of spiritual union. In my case, is it son to father? Partner to partner? I don’t suppose it matters much. I only know the feeling I had when I saw it, recognizing something in it that I seek as I stumble toward God. Gentle union. Unabashed passion. Complete mutuality.
Even as I turn my attention to that drawing, I start playing it like a movie in my head. The arms untwine. The older man turns his sturdy body toward the young man, cups the unlined face in experienced hands. Their mouths part. They kiss.
This is often what seeking feels like to me. Experiencing it deeply enough to share it, and at the same time, a yearning for The Kiss.
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