Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Tag: God of All People

GLORIFY THY SELF

Shelburne, NS 12:30pm

Take The Power

That Is Yours

From Your Hair

Your Dress

Your Silver Jewellery

Take The Power

From Your Mind

Your Dreams

Your Aspirations

Look To The Sky

What Birds Do You See?

Are They Black Or White

& What Does That Mean?

ADORNMENT

Highway 103, NS 5:00pm

Today at The Halifax Shopping Centre

I saw Two Muslim Women

talking on cell phones

through Head Scarves —

One Face completely veiled —

This Day when Hunter bought

smoky quartz earrings

for My Early Birthday

FOR BEN NAGA

The Hawk Living Room 2:22pm

I was trying to re-write an excerpt

from My Shredded Manuscript

but I failed.

It was about

The New Millennium’s New Year’s Eve Party For The Second Coming of Christ

thrown by Me

The Second Coming — all sexual innuendos intact —

where I would be in a plane loaded with champagne

(the plane, not Me)

flying into earlier and earlier time zones

appearing at the head of the plane

naked, handing out champagne to all invitees at each airport

and The Whole World would be invited

but the dress requirement would be Come Naked.

I failed

to recount all the reasons why each nationality would want to attend

regardless of the weather

but the US would have wanted to know who else was going before they would accept

the invitation

Oh, and the Muslim countries would not be able to accept

because they cover their woman at all times

and would not allow them to disrobe for any occasion and besides, they don’t drink.

The rest of the world would be offended

by The Muslim Countries not going, so

MY PARTY FOR THE WHOLE WORLD could never happen

and the world would remain in conflict for the rest of time.

ALL WE ARE

The Hawk Kitchen 9:42pm

I possess All The Silver

here in My Silver Pen

necessary to unshadow doubts

about The World’s Organization

Natural or Man-made

for Which There Is No Division

I possess All The Silver

Showered Down Upon Me

filtered through My Pen’s Tip

to resurrect nothing

but what We hold in Our Hands

I possess All The Silver

to envelop This World

in the riches of Faith

in Humanity & God

for Which There Is No Division

CHRIST 101

The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:06pm

I hear the wind howling

how can I tell The World

“I Am The Second Coming Of Christ?”

WRITE IT, It Howls

through the electrical lines

across the shore line —

Black Jesus & The Silver Christ

They are My Friends

maybe more complicated

than Your Basic 2nd Coming

but I can explain Them —

I can explain It All

in terms of The Expression

of Humanity gone

to Its Farthest Reach —

The Reach To God

within The Self

— as The Self

THE SILVER SHOWER

The Hawk West Desk Window 10:22am

I Am In The Shower

I Will Never Get Out

Should The Time Come To Towel My Self Off

The Glittering Droplets

Will Stay —

I Will Yell Forever More:

“Oh My God, Oh My God

OH MY GOD!!”

RECIPE FOR GOD

The Yarmouth Psychiatric Unit, Yarmouth NS

about ten years ago

Take One Firm Believer

Who Thinks She’s It

Throw In A Dose Or Two Of Scepticism

Stir It All Up

Heap On A Prayer

Cook On High

Until Ready To Serve

THIS GOT ME OUT OF BED

The Hawk West Desk Window 12:05pm

I Have A New Bible

to Thump —

Open It Clean Down The Middle

& Pummel It With Your Thumbs:

It’s Titled The Joanna Hyde School of Thought —

Believe In Your Self First

then believe in God

GOD’S PALLET

The Hawk West Desk Window 5:10pm

If I were God, Which I Am,

I would decree the legalization

of Gay Marriage

the decriminalization of Street Drugs & Prostitution

the illegalization of Abortion

the equalization of God & Humanity

RESTORATION

The Tomato-coloured Couch 3:41pm

I always said I never lived

with a broken heart,

but My Mother broke My Heart

when She died

twenty years ago,

but I lived

with My Broken Spirit

taken over by God —

God stepped in

— stepped on My Heart —

He made Me see a Shower of Lights

Which did not fill Me

with inner peace

I was restless

not sleeping

years on medication —

I’m still on it —

I cannot drink The Red Wine

of mirth

without sleep disturbance

I need My Sleep

My Peace Restored