GOD MUST BE A BOOGIE MAN | © PRESTON LEWIS THOMAS
This man, homeless and finding slumber in perhaps one of the few places that gave him comfort, the entrance to a church.
For me, this circumstance juxtaposed with the words carved in stone, God Is Love, seemed ironic and cruel,
and instantly brought these haunting lyrics about the great, and troubled Charles Mingus to mind:
“He is three
One’s in the middle so unmoved
Waiting
To show what he sees
To the other two
To the one attacking so afraid
And the one that keeps trying to love and trust
And getting himself betrayed
In the plan, oh…
The divine plan
God must be a Boogie Man… ”
–Joni Mitchell, God Must Be a Boogie Man