Contradictions

Ecuador, Ethnic Latin Woman

                 Ocean, rivers, desert,
                       Verdant mountains, volcanic rock,
                                    Tropical jungle,
                  Whales – millipedes.
                           Humming birds – great parrots,
                  Changing surfaces – changing people.

 

                  Large cities – tiny villages,
                           Supermarkets – open markets,
                                    Stairwell shops – modern malls,
                  Sidewalk cafes – food courts,
                           Street venders – department stores
                  Flower gardens – dirt yards.

 

                  Painted and unpainted homes dot the land
                           Mansions, high-rise apartments,
                                    Cinderblock, adobe, cardboard dwellings and huts,
                  Painted gray and black by the earth,
                           Or by cheerful people
                  Green, pink, orange, or blue.

 

                  Cement highways – dirt streets – narrow pathways,
                           People riding in cars, airplanes, buses,
                                    Trains, vans, pickups,
                  Ships, boats, dugouts,
                           Or on burros and horses,
                  Some walking, walking, walking.

 

                  Agile young soccer players competing on dirt,
                           Cement, or sparse yellow grass surfaces,
                                    And on sandy beaches,
                  Professionals playing in giant
                           Manicured stadiums,
                 Cripples with canes, crutches, wheelchairs.

 

                  People spread across the land
                           Smiling young faces with sparkling white teeth,
                                    Sober, wrinkled, toothless, faces.
                  Crying babies, shouting venders, whispering breezes,
                           Brass bands – classical orchestras,

 

                  Traditions of home learning,
                           Training from the fathers and ancients,
                  Schools of private or public education.

 

                  Men, women, and children working the land,
                  Terraced corn, beans, and potato patches,
                                    Spacious rice paddies – Cane fields,
                  Banana plantations.

 

                  People filling shops and offices,
                           Wearing jeans, suits, or native dress.
                                    Living off the land,
                                             Living off the streets,
                  Clean and dirty.

 

                  Tourists looking on,
                           Old people looking back,
                                    Young people looking forward!

 

                  Ecuador, a land of contradictions,
                           Ecuador, a land in flux,
                                    A place to live, love, and serve.

 

                                                                       Epilogue

 
                  Traveling we experienced something of this land’s
                           Ugliness and beauty,
                                    Sound and silence,
                  Perfume and odor.

 

                  Then we returned to the peace,
                           The studied formal gardens,
                                    The refuge of the temple grounds,
                  Here we found the same peace
                           That the people of this land find as
                                    They come one by one
                                             Family by family,
                   To worship in our Father’s house!

                                                            Cerita M. Hewett
                                                            August 16, 2009
                                                            (revised Oct. 2014)

He Lives

                                             I do not know why

                                                      Christmas came

                                                               So fast.

                                             In other days

                                                      It always came

                                                               ‘At last!’

                                             And yet its sounds

                                                      And smells,

                                                               And light,

                                             Are welcome to this

                                                      Mortal’s ears

                                                               And sight.

                                             Because that Holy Baby’s

                                                      Birth and

                                                               Cries

                                             Awakens once again my heart,

                                                      And pries it

                                                               Open wide,

                                             Until I smile,

                                                      And laugh,

                                                               And give

                                             My heart again to Him,

                                                      Who lived and died,

                                                               And yet still lives.

                                                                                                            Cerita M. Hewett

                                                                                                            December 2, 2013

 

Reminder to the World

                             Cold in the mountains of Idaho or

                             Hot in South America, still we are

                             Reminded of the tiny

                             Infant son born in a humble

                             Stable

                             To a loving

                             Mother on that holy night when all the

                             Angels of heaven

                             Sang with hope and joy!

Peace on earth, good will to men!

Cerita M. Hewett

December 1, 2001

 

The Greatest Gift

                                       I’m glad that Jesus Christ was born,

                                       In a stable long ago,

                                       And that He lived a life of love,

                                       Showing us the way of Joy.

 

                                       In dark Gethsemane, I know

                                       Christ paid the price of sin,

                                       And then He suffered on the cross,

                                       That we might live like Him.

 

                                       Thus on that bright first Easter morn,

                                      He rose triumphantly,

                                      To carry all who live on Earth,

                                       Into Eternity.

 

                                        I’m grateful for Christ’s humble birth,

                                       His life of kindness so supreme,

                                       His willing, caring sacrifice,

                                       That brings us home to God again.

 

                                      May we now living in the World,

                                      Make room within our humble hearts,

                                      To welcome daily from above,

                                      His healing, atoning, Gift of Love.

                                                                                                    Cerita M. Hewett

                                                                                                    December 2012

Nativity

                                    The long journey to Bethlehem,

                                    No room at the inn,

                                    A stable filled with love,

                                    Brown donkey watching silently,

                                    Doves softly cooing,

                                    One tiny infant’s birth cry.

 

                                    Angel songs in the night,

                                    Mary the mother filled with joy,

                                    Joseph the guardian standing amazed,

                                    Shepherds kneeling to worship,

                                    Three kings making a long pilgrimage,

                                    All mankind awaiting,

                                    SALVATION!

                                                                                                            Cerita M. Hewett

                                                                                                            2001