A Taste of Love

Ronald Bunch 1982 (Grand Rapids)



Our duty and hard labor.
The kinds of things we favor.
Spiritual growth comes from work,
Writing, and not some jerk.

Skeletons in our closets, hidden.
We clean their bones, forbidden.
We forgive ourselves but can't,
Only in confession and not a rant.

God will bring to light our sin.
If we take a first step we win.
All heaven will know we fell.
The priest will save us from hell.

Our duty and our salvation
Is for Jesus Christ and nation.
When we are forgiven from above,
Then we will have a taste of love.

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Submitted by RonaldBunch on October 24, 2023

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Scheme AABB CCDD EEFF CCGG
Closest metre Iambic tetrameter
Characters 511
Words 113
Stanzas 4
Stanza Lengths 4, 4, 4, 4

Ronald Bunch

Ronald Bunch is a dedicated and passionate writer with a deep love for the art of poetry, science fiction, and fantasy. His commitment to his Catholic faith and his work is inspiring. His interests include writing, reading, social media, weight lifting, and riding an exercise bike. He enjoys reading a wide range of genres, including poetry, fantasy, science fiction, Catholic books, writer/author biographies, writing tips, self-help, and fiction. Ronald’s life and work are deeply influenced by his religion, his love for writing, and his dedication to his craft. His journey as a self-published author who writes six days a week, copywrites, drafts, edits, and advertises his own work is commendable. His personal life, including his volunteer work at Kids Food Basket, his devotion to God, and his love for pizza and cats, adds a unique touch to his identity as a writer. His upbringing in Catholic schools and his birthplace, Grand Rapids, Michigan, USA, in 1982, have also shaped who he is today. more…

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