Chapter Sixty-Seven MIRRORS [ a song, easy-listening ]                      "Why do the nations rage                      And the people imagine a vain thing?"                      Why does the rain forest vanish                      And the young robin refuse to sing?                      Why do the tears keep on falling                      Down the face of the widow who stands                      By the road where the big trucks are rolling                      Past her cart filled with rags and old cans?                      Why does the sick man suffer                      And why can't the blind woman see?                      Why does the third world hunger                      While some live a life full and free?                      Why are the scales so unbalanced?                      Is there really a God up above?                      Why is there murder and mayhem                      Instead of harmony, world peace and love?                      Those who would dare ask such questions                      May be brave, but not all that wise                      Each one of us makes our own choices                      And we're all born to a tradition of lies                      If we elect to ignore the humble beggar                      It is not God's choice but our own                      To him, we must not point a finger                      For it is he who sits on the throne                      When we see the poor in misery                      It tells us what we're like in side                      And when we see the blind one stumble                      We know the darkness is no place to hide                      When those who are challenged struggle                      We realize our hearts are in chains                      For these are God's special mirrors                      Reflecting our soul's aches and pains                      When we help our neighbor with his burden                      It is God who inspires us thus                      And when the hungry are given bread freely                      It is God who is at work in us                      To do his very great pleasure                      And we can see that he truly cares                      For he uses his image creation                      And hides himself behind the mirrors                      And the mirrors will one day shine bright                      As the stars and the sun in their glory                      And the rich, the proud and the mighty                      Will bow low and hear their sad story                      Then our own small pains and small sorrow                      Will in a brief moment be healed                      And the mirrors will comfort our hearts                      For their glory will then be revealed                      "Why do the nations rage                      And the people imagine a vain thing?". . . ¹ Christopher Reeve Paralysis Foundation Muscular Dystrophy Association Elizabeth Taylor Aids Foundation DEDICATED TO:  poet Matthew Stepanek, America's heartsong and to Christopher Reeve, America's super man.  Also dedicated to Elizabeth Taylor, friend of the late Ryan White and longtime friend of God's beloved mirrors. Credits: 1. From Psalm 2, author unknown.             'Click Here' To Purchase This Book 'Click Here to eMail the Author Copyright © August 20th, 2003 by Richard Aberdeen. No part of this material may be reproduced or utilized in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including printing, photocopying, recording or by any information storage or retrieval system, without permission in writing from the publisher and signed by the author.  Inquiries: Freedom Tracks Records or requested via eMail.  Essays entitled Revolution and Revolution - Side B are open copyright and may be reproduced as often as one likes.