Procrastination

Maybe I will do that next week;

This is more important now.

I may fail doing that;

This is relatively risk-free.

That might embarrass me;

No one will see this.

That is just too boring;

This excites me.
I am not ready for that;
This will fly today.

That is not who I am;

This fit me to a “T.”
That will take more preparation;
I can master this.

I do not have the gifts or skills for that;

This is familiar to me.

That cross is too bloody;

This “bed of roses” offers no pain.
Maybe I will finish this poem;

©Stan Sanford

January 25, 2012

What happened on that day?

What happened on that day?

A human being died,

Executed on a cross

And all creation cried.

What happened on that day?

How could we ever see

The struggle that took place there for

Eternal destiny?

What happened on that day? 

I don’t know; I can’t explain

I only know that my life shows

He did not die in vain.

What happened on that day?

I was not there to see;

But when he died, I also cried,

Because he died for me

What happened on that day,

When human blood and sweat

Stained the soil of holy land

Without human regret?

What happened on that day

Upon that sacred sod,

When he, one with the Father, was

Forsaken there by God?

What happened on that day?

What human tongue can tell

Of the one who suffered there

The agonies of hell?

What happened on that day?

A man from Nazareth died:

If he were God in human flesh,

Then God was crucified!

What happened on that day?

No mind can comprehend

When God broke through all time and space

And there became our sin.

What happened on that day?

All the world was shaken,

When one who claimed oneness with God,

Died there God-forsaken.

©Stan Sanford

January 16, 2012

Strange

He’s always been a little strange;

Folks say he’s rather odd;

He talks to someone they can’t see;

He says he talks to God.

He’s forgiving those who hurt him;

He turns the other cheek;

He gives away ’most all he has;

But people say he’s weak.

He would never sue a debtor;

He helps him pay his debt;

He’d walk a mile or two with you;

You’d never hear him fret.

He’s friendly to those others hate;

He never counts his loss;

But he lived life to the fullest, then

He died upon a cross.

©Stan Sanford

January 15, 2012

The Independent

Apologies to Oscar Wilde

Between Capitalist and Socialist
The difference is droll:
The Capitalist wants your money
The Socialist wants your soul.

©Stan Sanford

January 13, 2012

The Maze

 

Through the maze of human thought,

Art and philosophy

Of science and religion,

Of prose and poetry,

He seeks an understanding

Of all reality.

Still he cannot find his way

To where he wants to be;

The real remains elusive--

Beyond all he can see

By faith, by sense, by logic—

An unsolved mystery!

Though he may not find his way out,

The search could be what it’s about.

©Stan Sanford

October 24, 2011

I am

Riding a neutrino

Through infinity

Takes us where we’re going,

Sets our being free.

Without time and space

All reality

Of essential Being

Lives in you and me.

All that really matters,

When all’s said and done,

Is that we have being,

Living iin the One.

Ride into tomorrow,

Bypassing today;

The past meets the future

In a moment’s play.

©Stan Sanford

January 9, 2012