I Want To Meet ...

Armed, upright and shielded in armour
I went forth -
but from fear was the coat of mail cast 
and from shame.

I want to throw down my weapons,
sword and shield.
All the stark hostility
was my coldness.

I have seen the dry seeds
finally grow.
I have seen the light green
unfurl.

Mighty is the tenderness of life
stronger than iron,
driven out of the heart of the Earth
defenceless.

Spring dawns in winter regions,
where I froze.
I want to meet the forces of life
weaponless.