Of Milk And Honey Poem by Padmore Enyonam Agbemabiese

(Numbers 12: 1-15: 41)

O God, the land You have promised
already has someone living on it. Why
didn't I hear of that before the exodus?

do I have a choice, to leave as a gentleman or
stay and challenge the occupant. What happens if I die
as a slave to stress? Now think Lord, some other place
and let me go to it.

Before I arrived,
I sent out men to spy for me,
they said it was a virgin land and no one lives up there
but that is a lie now—nature never allows vacuum

a long-lost relative of her heart returned to town
so we couldn't come to peace, to share what we've got
nor settle down and call You to bless our sitting

the land You have promised
already has someone living on it and I
didn't hear of that before I arrived