Re-echoing Tale


Re-echoing Tale
© Jeanne E Webster. All rights reserved

Repeatedly it has been said
It was the “best and worst of times”
Discordantly, wisdom and absurdity
Sang redundant rhymes.

A tale of two cities, a contrast stark,
Between heaven and earth,
Perhaps one day may give way
To a cataclysmic rebirth.

It’s true today as it was back then
In those eighteen hundred years
Light and Darkness administrate
While Hope balances Fear.

Technological sprawl litters homes
And clutters one’s workplace
As ghastly suicides and boredom
Slither at a haunting pace.

Paradoxically, religious avow their creeds
Yet God teeters on His throne
Deviant sexuality lusts ecstatically
While AIDS and STDs gnaw bones.

Is human dignity recoverable
And standards of right and wrong;
Have we forgotten who we are…
And to Whom we truly belong?

Dogmatic agnosticism imprisons,
And spirit and mind decay
Wandering tediously, life’s passage echoes
“We’ve forgotten the way!”

Long ago Truth was manifested
Bearing witness of a place to stand
A mystery revealed, heaven reached down
A mighty rescuing Hand.

The true Light shone in the darkness
And the darkness knew it not;
How great that Light! How great the cost!
Christ’s death our souls has bought!

Valley Airs

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Oh, Lord

Nestled among the Mohawk trails:

My soul absorbed mountain airs

Tickling ancient senses

As I peer heavenward

Releasing my spirituality.



My youth basked in its adventures:

Sour grass, 4-leaf clovers

Long-reeded grass jungles

Dandelion necklaces and such

Wide-leafed whistles.



Memories hang:

In cloudy closets of my mind

Popping into view to

Bolster my aging body.


Oh, Lord, how green was my valley!

Hope for Shattered Spirits


Lamentations 3:21-31

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Jeremiah wrote Lamentations (Tears/Wailings in Greek) after personally witnessing the downfall of Judah and the capture of Jerusalem. As his pen so vividly illustrates, His people suffered tragically. God’s fierce judgment crushed them because of their total disregard for His law.

No wonder Jeremiah was called the weeping prophet. Broken in heart and spirit, he grieved over this horrific devastation and urged the people to repent of their sins.

As I read this scripture, I imagine witnessing the breakdown of the present day Church!

Picture every vestige and denomination– disgraced beyond imagination and completely broken down because of our sins and idolatry. Reflection would thoroughly rupture every true Christian spirit.  Revival time would be soon upon us; the old-time tent meetings would spread from shore to shore.

I hope and pray we will realize the need to turn our hearts back to God before His wrath is nigh at our door. Lord, have compassion on us as we harken to Christ’s Spirit.  

The Jewish people read Lamentations every year on the commemoration date of the temple’s destruction. Integrating this scriptural reading into our Lenten services perhaps might illicit contrite reflection during that somber season. Our walk with Christ is in dire need of realignment.

“This I recall to mind, therefore have I hope:

Because of the Lord’s mercies, we are not consumed; his compassions fail not.
They are new every morning; great is his faithfulness. The Lord is my portion, says my soul; therefore I will hope in him.

The Lord is good to them that wait for him, to the soul that seeks him.

It is good that a man should both hope and quietly wait for the salvation of the Lord.

It is good for a man that he bears the yoke in his youth.

Let him sit alone and keep silent, because God has laid it upon him.

Let him put his mouth in the dust, so there may be hope.

Let him give his cheek to him that smites him; he is filled full with reproach.

For the Lord will not cast off forever.”



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I heard the moaning of hills and valleys,
The discord beneath these United States;
Utter turmoil heaves up the sod and dirt,
While sacred blood and bones, it obliterates.

July fourth, seventeen hundred seventy-six,
A declaration was solemnly laid down,
Ending in the absolution of all our past
Allegiance to the tyrannical British Crown.

“When in the Course of human events…”
It published solemnly, and boldly declared
“…we hold these truths to be self-evident…”
(Down the barrel of a British cannon we stared.)

“…that all men are created equal,” it avowed
With “unalienable Rights,” by their creator,
“…Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.”
The British government soon shouted, “Traitor!”

We prayed “protection of divine Providence,
And mutually pledged each other our Lives,
Our Fortunes and our sacred Honor,” too;
For “freedom and independence” we strive.

May we gives thanks to God for His provision of such stalwart forefathers who began the framework for this great nation. God bless these United States!


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I went shopping today for a few groceries and craft supplies. After loitering in the craft area for assorted items, I realized I was tiring and needed a rest room. The restroom came with explicit instructions on how to use the sink, water faucet and soap dispenser, and I was back out onto the main floor in just a few minutes.

One comment: I detest those self-flush toilets! I was “resting” on one of them that insisted I was finished every time I leaned forward just a tad bit. That gadget must have surprised many a rester.

Back to shopping, I pieced through the pet supplies aisle, picked out a few cans of dog food for my spaniel and a cuttlebone for my cockatiel.

Ahead was the sundry aisles . . . should have been a snap. I selected some room aromatics, a jug of laundry soap, a couple of mousetraps, and 12 rolls of toilet paper. Almost through, produce aisle awaits!

I am not a happy shopper. I detest the ordeal. Give me a list and I’ll go through a familiar store in no time flat. Usually; today was an exception. Perhaps I should not have shopped today, it being Sunday, the Lord’s Day.

In my previous life, we never went anywhere on Sunday, ‘cept church and Sunday school. We stayed home the rest of the day and read the Bible, sat outside in decent weather in the porch swing, watched the chickens go from yard corner to fence corner, kicking up lawn stubble as they searched frantically for bugs and more bugs.

Occasionally we were allowed to go swimming at the lake down the road apiece, if it was warm enough out. If it wasn’t warm enough, we would pitch stones across the water or look under rocks for fishing worms. Then, if that adventure was profitable enough, we’d do a little fishing from the bank of the pond next door to my uncle’s house. But we never, ever went shopping. We wouldn’t dare make anyone work on the Lord’s Day. No siree.

To get back to shopping, I was approaching the produce aisles, almost done with my ordeal in the store. I suddenly remembered I needed some aluminum foil, as I was in the midst of fixin’ Christmas recipes. I had already baked Gram’s filled cookies, a full charge of oatmeal chocolate chip cookies, a batch of penuche fudge, and a new recipe of oatmeal cranberry bars. All I had left to bake was the old-fashioned sugar cookies, and maybe if everyone behaved, a batch of brownies with a great big Hershey bar in the middle of it for added effect.

I returned to the paper product aisle and found the foil. All I needed was one roll, and not the heavy type for roasting turkeys and such, just one roll of regular foil. So much for that.

There before my eyes on the shelves from top to bottom was FOIL: heavy-duty foil, 20 feet of foil, oiled foil, frosted foil, thin foil, 50 feet of foil, extra heavy duty foil, 200 feet of foil, 3 foot long foil, unoiled foil, brand name foil and store brand foil.

This is why I do not like to shop. I make a list, a simple list of standard things, no embellishment stuff or bells and whistles on it, just ordinary everyday things. You’d think a person could go into a store, walk over to the right shelf, pick out the item, and set it into the shopping cart. No major decisions; simple equations. Go on to the next item, select it and set it into the cart and in no time at all, you’re checking out at the register, walking out to the parking lot, in your car and, poof, you’re home again without a hitch.

But it doesn’t work that way and I know it. I don’t want to have to make decisions that materialize from the atmosphere within the store instead of my organized frame of mind in my own home. Too complicated.

I made it home with all my STUFF, unpacked it and put it away. The box of ungreased, unlined, non-perforated, non-heavy-duty, uncrinkled, 200 feet of Great Value Aluminum Foil currently resides in my cupboard. And that is that. Tomorrow I am going to bake.

Scutterings in the Night

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Remember when we were toddlers and the carefree daylight abandoned us to that ugly black darkness called night? Our bedtime drama began with a hug and kiss and recitation of our prayers.  A bonnie “Sleep well, see you in the morning,” echoed through the rustling of covers, and the light switch clicked off.

Then it was time!  The hour of darkness swooped and thrashed upon our innocent spirits.  Panic screeched a fiery course through our veins. Those menacing, creepy shadows scuttered along the walls, hid in the closets, and stirred ever so slightly underneath the bed. Meanness dominated those dark hours and horrified us. We were sore afraid.

Morning came and past horrors dissolved into the light of day. Levity reigned supreme once again.  What terror lurks in the day light that men should be afraid?

“We can easily forgive a child who is afraid of the dark; the real tragedy of life is when men are afraid of the light.” ― Plato

John relates to us the teaching of our Lord Jesus:

John 12:46-48:  Jesus cried and said…”I am come a light into the world, that whosoever believeth on me should not abide in darkness. And if any man hear my words, and believe not, I judge him not: for I came not to judge the world, but to save the world. He that rejecteth me, and receiveth not my words, hath one that judgeth him: the word that I have spoken, the same shall judge him in the last day.”

Do not fear the One Who offers eternal life. Come to the Lord while it is yet day.