My taste is what I’ve learned to crave,
but all that’s over in the grave.
“So, what about me would you save?”
I asked the preacher man.
He said my spirit most of all
so crippled by the early fall
and then the rest: “Hear Him call?”
It’s now my turn to speak.
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Ronovan Hester offers “taste” as the word of inspiration for this week’s Ovi Poetry Challenge. Posted also on Poet’s Corner.

Great take on the challenge!
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Thank you and blessings, Cassa!
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Verse and poem complement each other so well!
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Thank you, Dora! Blessings to you!
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And to you, Frank!
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It is all our times to speak about the good news of Jesus!
Blessings.
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It is good news! Thank you and blessings, Michael!
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Well done, Frank. Love it, made me smile.
Pat
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Thank you and blessings, Pat!
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Beautiful, Frank! ❤
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Thank you, Susan!
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Excellent and to the point.
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Thank you, Chel!
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Savoring this poem and spiritual truth in it
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Thank you, Jim. Blessings to you!
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YW bro!
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