Joanna Gilman Hyde

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Tag: truth

M(Eye) House of God

In My Tidy House

The Word of God

lies stuck against the back

of My Broom Closet —

It, The Word, is in poster form

tucked away

for only Those Who

dare to clean

or to hang up an extra coat —

for My Closet

holds a rod

This Morning’s Dream

Eye have risen from The Vision

of standing on a big wide beach

around here somewhere

with no one there but Me

and as I stood at the edge of no waves

I felt that I was The Contaminant

and Eye called out, and out

to My Daughter Eliza

The Hell With “Art”

—- Eye have re-created The Holy Trinity:

God The Mother, Daughter and The Holy Ghost

This Is Not Poetic:

Maria’s Death was Accidental

No One was to Blame

Not Even God

LIFE 2

We Come From The Light

Of The Star Called Sun & Moon

Why?  We Must Know Why

The Fanatic

EYE

DO

PRECISION

WORK

 

He Didn’t Hear Me

In My Favourite Restaurant

Eye overheard The Waiter

Talking to The Cook:

“How can You have time

for God and Your Wife?”

Eye called out from My Booth:

“What if God and Your Wife

are One and The Same?”

Sunday Morning

Eye can have My Church

here, hear upon The Beach

I can walk, wake with The Birds

in the social structure of solitude

in the company of Life

Eye can shine with The New Sun

Belief System

The Human Mind can

and does believe anything:

Believe what you want

HEALED

I have been embraced

by a high white Baptist Church

and let go

like a helium balloon

by the ties

of my mother’s death