When you have a sleepy head,
Take your pillow and go to bed.
Count the good things on your way,
Happy work and active play.
Then close your eyes and softly pray,
“Thank you Lord, for this nice day”.
Cerita M. Hewett
Dec 2007
When you have a sleepy head,
Take your pillow and go to bed.
Count the good things on your way,
Happy work and active play.
Then close your eyes and softly pray,
“Thank you Lord, for this nice day”.
Cerita M. Hewett
Dec 2007
The wide eyed brown and white cows,
With their heads bowed down,
Drink from the little irrigation ditch.
Switch their tails skillfully
To dislodge biting black flies.
Extrude long strings of slobber,
Which look like fishing line.
The wisps are wafted away
As the summer breeze
Catches hold of them.
It hangs the silver strands on
Tall browning Indian tobacco weed,
At the edge of the water.
Creating a sparkling summer Christmas tree.
Cerita M. Hewett July 2002 (revised 2014)
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
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
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
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
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)