The "Light of Heaven" above encouraged me to dig up one of my mother's old songs; now I should say that mother was never one to find any comfort in the newer gods. She respects nature and has fought to protect the environment, and sometimes she communes with the older, some one say, pagan gods:

TROUBLE IN HEAVEN
(Words by Dahlov Ipcar, Circa 1975 Tune: The Falcon by Richard Farina)


The archangels we meet all carry spears
And have an angry look as if to say,
"Though God's been dead in Heaven these long years,
Don't be trying to put us away!"

Chorus:

The lessor angels form protective bands,
They dare not go out late at night;
They speak in whispers of "trouble" in this land,
They, no longer seek the light.

Our prophets say He was a God of Love,
And speak of a freedom we never knew;
But by their every action seem to prove
That God was a tyrant and a bigot too.

Chorus:

The lessor angels form protective bands,
They dare not go out late at night;
They speak in whispers of "trouble" in this land,
They, no longer seek the light.

Final (spoken):
Lucifer smiles as patiently he waits,
Until the day we open wide the gates.


I especially liked hearing the President's diatribe in the Washington Cathedral last night on "West Wing;" I only wish I could understand his Latin as well.