One of my favourite bits of Scripture
is when Joshua, unbeknown to him
sees the Angel of the Lord,
draws his sword and demands
whose side are you on?
And the Angel, Commander of the Heavenly armies says
I’M ON MY SIDE.
I think this is how we cry to God
on the hospital floor,
with milky teeth and angry hair
WHOSE SIDE ARE YOU ON?
and only the cancer replies.
This is how we draw swords, ready to war
over bombed schools and hollow homes
we scream, WHOSE SIDE ARE YOU ON?
amidst the rubble and rebar.
This is how on days when the water covers my head,
I have come to my end and I am sinking
my lungs barely let out a sigh and
I whisper whose side are you on?
WHOSE SIDE AM I ON?
I’M ON THE SIDE WHERE
YOU TAKE THE SANDALS
OFF YOUR FEET.
I AM THE I AM.
IN THE CHEMO,
N THE CHAOS,
IN THE CAVERNS,