Author: Gabriel Lunesce

Lord, let me ever trust my tenderness, and value when I’m vulnerable. Heaven, help me ever watch where I walk, and skip the steps that would hinder or harm. God, grant me grace to hold hands and hearts, even my own.

If there were words in stones, And stanzas in plants… If chain link came in couplets, And wrapped around fence post verses… If tomato plants reached up in rhyme, And cucumbers blossomed in meter… I’d have written a few dozen poems lately. So while my writing has taken a hit, I’ve gained dirt under my…

If I have a calling      in this life, a vocation for which      I was made, let it be the freedom      of our tiny visitors. Let me be called to cup      the spiders, and lift the lizards, to carry the caterpillars from the corners of the room to the bushes and the grass to the carport…

morning glories bloom bright bursts of blue, indigo, so soft, like silk sheets that beckon me back to bed. autumn breeze brushes my cheek

the long walks alone to tend cattle by sunset hoping to be seen as more than a reminder of his father’s absence

Thank you, Lord, for bodies. Thank you for thick thighs that ripple when walking, For eyes that go from cutting, to comforting, to “come here.” Thank you, Lord, for the arms we wrap round one another, For lips and tongues that say “I love you” and sometimes even use words. Thank you for skin to…

I understand your “Pro Life” license plate, and how it’s wrapped around by a Marine Corps frame. I understand, because I’m a pacifist, but I still want to punch you in the face.