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Who Inspired You?
©Jeanne E. Webster What family member has inspired you the most? Would you like to share that someone special with us? My maternal grandmother was my inspiration. She was truly an angel in...
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tHE oLD mAN wITH hIS fEET iN tHE bUCKET
Ephesians 2:10 For we are His workmanship, created in Christ Jesus unto good works, which God has before ordained that we should walk in them. A story is told of a king who went into his garden one...
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The Glowing
copyright Jeanne E Webster. All rights reserved . Thank you for the memories, The joys and wonders of life, The blessing of divine glories… What peace abundantly rife! ~ You birthed me as a baby girl,...
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Purty Writing
© Jeanne E Webster. All rights reserved and observed . “Write sum’fing purty,” da good Lawd said, Nuff glum and gloom out dere a’ready.” So I plopped on my tinkin’ hat…reflectin’ So hard I got tired...
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Mothering Memories
© Jeanne E Webster. All Rights Reserved. . Do you ever have memories that poke a hole in your sunny-day balloon, sucking joyful moments forth with heart retching thuds of regrets? Yea, sure you...
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Nature’s Pileups
© 2016 Jeanne E Webster – All Rights Reserved Earthy barren landscapes smothering awakening lemony daffodils Too soon . . . too soon. Water-logged fields of winter wheat checking its soft green...
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“Springing” into Action
© Jeanne E. Webster. All rights reserved . I cried out to you last night, Lord, When I awoke with a fright You sang to me a dulcet chord And my fears anon took flight. . My spirit aroused with...
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Joyful Frills
© Jeanne E Webster. All rights reserved . I cried out to you last night, Lord, When I awoke with a fright You sang to me a dulcet chord And my fears anon took flight. . My spirit aroused with...
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I Remember, I Remember
I Remember, I Remember . I remember, I remember, The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn: He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day; But...
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Summer of 2012 © Jeanne E Webster – All Rights Reserved + Our garden, burnt to a crisp… But wait, what is that speck of blue? A few steps closer… It is a flower…a hibiscus? (A “rose grows in the...
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