We can start again
Any moment,
We don’t have to wait
Until Monday.
We can start again
Any hour,
We don’t have to wait
Until morning.
We can start again!
Cerita M. Hewett
November 19, 2002
poetry
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
Mailing Packages
The neighbor’s lights are up,
They are in the Christmas spirit!
I can see their tree through the window,
It shines out to encourage me.
Our children are out of the dolls and play truck ages,
They have marched past the name brand clothing stage,
I will need to mail their packages,
What will delight their hearts today?
It’s hard to know.
I want to please them,
But really can’t be sure
How to get that adult face
To shine once again.
Perhaps it is not possible now,
Now that they know so much of the world,
But I will try.
Cerita M. Hewett
2002 (revised 2014)
Thanks and Gobblers
(Thanks)
For butterfly wings and fluffy clouds,
For sweet rose scent and tangy pickle juice,
For craggy rocks and soft warm sand,
For children’s hands.
I thank thee Lord!
Cerita M. Hewett
(revised 2014)
(Gobblers)
The great turkey gobbler makes a noise!
He gobbles at the girls.
He gobbles at the boys.
Though we run away from all that squabble,
We laugh until we nearly wobble,
Cause soon we’ll be the ones that gobbles!
Cerita M. Moore
About 1961
Wild Pasture Dance
The dry brown leaves
Raced across the pasture this morning,
They leaped, skipped, and flew
All the way to the fence.
Then they piled on top of each other,
Laughing, tickling, and jostling.
Whispering joy in their
Wild pasture dance.
Their sprint exposed
The tender new green grass
To the sun,
To the rain,
And to the hungry goats.
Cerita M. Hewett
February 20, 2014
Harvest
We ate thick vegetable soup,
Sitting on the retaining wall,
In the backyard.
Plump piles of leaves
Waited to be mower mulched,
And wheel barreled to the garden,
While we shared cracker,
A kiwi,
An apple.
Sun soaked and work warmed,
We talked of pecan harvest,
Grown children,
And Thanksgiving.
Neither spoke of love,
But we gathered it anyway.
Cerita M. Hewlett
December 3, 1997
Feast
Book
Fire
Quiet room.
Time for
Deeper
Thoughts to bloom.
Not quick
Moments
Snatched from an hour,
But long
Delicious
Big book power.
Something
S o f t
To hold the head.
Phone
Turned off
No calls to heed.
A gift
Of time
To sit and READ.
Cerita M. Hewett
About 1998