Little Baby

Little baby, who are you,

Born in poverty?

We are looking for a savior

Who, one day, will set us free.

We need someone to show us

That we are not alone.

We need some one to guide us on a

Path that leads us home.

Little baby, little child,

In your mother’s arms asleep.

One with God and one with man

Born among the sheep.

You let us know we all may come    

Into your presence here,

And see in yours the face of God—

You show us God is near.

Little baby, precious one,

Like us, you seem so frail.

Yet, we place our hope in you

To lift us when we fail.

The power of the universe,

You sustain with love,

Touching us with grace and peace that

Lifts our hearts above.

Little baby, in the night

Of your quiet birth,

You show us the face of God—

God in flesh on earth.

Still we do not comprehend

This holy mystery

We come to bow before you now

In quiet reverie.

Little baby, little child,

In your mother’s arms asleep.

One with God and one with man

Born among the sheep.

You let us know we all may come    

Into your presence here,

And see in yours the face of God—

You show us God is near.

 We see in yours the face of God—

You show us God is near.

©Stan Sanford

Christmas 2005

Mamma’s Christmas Present

All that Momma wanted for Christmas
Was a little something made of fur;
And Daddy is so in love with Momma
He would do most anything for her.

It broke Daddy's heart when he heard it,
'Cause he was laid off last week at the plant;
But he swore that he would make her happy.
He said, with him, there's no such word as "can't."

He did not know how he was going to do it,
Since this Christmas money was so tight.
When he suddenly hit upon the answer,
Driving home from town last Friday night.

Now, Momma wears a fur coat made from road-kill.
Daddy picked it up last Friday night.
Most women that I know would never wear it;
But as for Momma, she thinks it's alright.

He was dirving home along the swamp road,
When a furry critter ran in front of him.
He killed it outright when he hit it,
But it did not even hurt the skin.

At first Daddy was just disappointed,
When it comes to critters he's a man who cares.
Then like a flash it suddenly came to him:
This road-kill was the answers to his prayers.

So, he started driving 'round the county,
Running down anything with fur,
Dreaming of a Christmas coat for Momma,
And by morinig had enough for her.

Now, Momma wears a fur coat made from road-kill.
Daddy picked it up last Friday night.
Most women that I know would never wear it;
But as for Momma, she thinks it's alright.

Momma's happy with her Christmas present.
She says she'll wear it everywhere with pride.
But she admits that she's a little saddened,
'Cause for her gift, so many creatures died.

Now, Momma is most proud of all of Daddy.
You can't beat him by push or by shove;
And getting Momma that fur coat for Christmas,
Momma says reminds her of his love.

It really doesn't matter what the gift is.
It can be something big or something small.
If the heart is true, the gift is precious,
'Cause giving love's the greatest gift of all.

Now, Momma wears a fur coat made from road-kill.
Daddy picked it up last Friday night.
Most women that I know would never wear it;
But as for Momma, she thinks it's alright.

Copyright: Stan Sanford
December 17, 2001

Where Have All the Poets Gone

(Apologies to Pete Seeger)

Where have all the poets gone?
Nowhere, I’m guessing!
Where have all the poets gone?
I’d like to know!
Where have all the poets gone?
Gone to hiding everyone!
When will they ever learn?
When will they ever learn?

Where have all the hiders gone?

Seeking a blessing!

Where have all the hiders gone?

Gone with the flow!

Where have all the hiders gone?

Gone to dreaming everyone!

When will they ever learn?

When will they ever learn?

Where have all the dreamers gone

With their hopes pressing!

Where have all the dreamers gone?

Who saw them go?

Where have all the dreamers gone?

Gone to Muses everyone!

When will we ever learn?

When will we ever learn?

Where have all the Muses gone?

While we were stressing!

Where have all the Muses gone?

Does anyone know?

Where have all the Muses gone?

Gone to poets everyone!

When will they ever learn?

When will they ever learn?

©Stan Sanford
December 14, 2011

Dreams

I have never dreamed
Of every thing life can be
All reality

©Stan Sanford
Decembe 8, 2011

Fun with Descartes

          Being

Rene Descartes said

That cogito ergo sum

I think so I am

If I do not think

Would Rene Descartes then say

Therefore I am not

Am I here or there

In time I am never there

I am always here

If I think I think

If I think I do not think

What is it I think

          Co-ordinate Plane

Fly on the ceiling

Its location can be fixed

With just two numbers

          Dualism

Descartes’ dualism

The mind the essence of thought

Distinct from body

      

©Stan Sanford

December 4, 2011

Is God (Pascal’s Gambit)

 

Pascal, many years ago,

A scientist himself,

Saw how people using science

Put “God” upon a shelf:

“If you bet God does not exist,

Of what winnings can you sing?

You may be right, but if you are,

You have not won a thing!

But if on the other hand

That is the bet you call;

And it turns out that God exists,

Then you have lost it all.

Now, let’s say the other way,

The wager that you bring:

You bet God is, and you are wrong;

You have not lost a thing.

If by that bet, you live your life

And rise above the fall;

If God is, and you are right;

Then you have won it all.”

©Stan Sanford

December 1, 2011