A Tribute


The Human Touch


‘Tis the human touch in this world that counts,

The touch of your hand and mine,

Which means far more to the fainting heart

Than shelter and bread and wine;

For shelter is gone when the night is o’er,

And bread lasts only a day,

But the touch of the hand and the sound of the voice

Sing on in the soul always.

~Spencer Michael Free





A moment to share

Let you know I care

Thanks for your touch

It means so very much.


What joys you bring

Your likes just sing

Your comments all

Mean a lot, y’all!


Reach others today

Be blessed always

Sing peace and love

From our God above.





© 2013 Jeanne E Webster.  All rights reserved











My Tribute

Catholic bells held


My Tribute


© 2013 by Jeanne E Webster.      All rights reserved



Psalm 150


Praise the Lord!


Praise Him in the heavens

Praise Him for His power

Praise Him for His mighty acts

Praise Him for His greatness

Praise Him with music

Praise Him with dance

May everything that breathes

Praise the Lord


Praise the Lord!



NaPoWriMo   Day 30

[This poem–a-day for 30 days has been quite an experience.  Your support has been greatly appreciated and most gracious!  Thank you and God bless!  –Jeanne]