I would meet…
Upright, armed, encased in
armour
I strode out –
though with chain-mail
forged of shame and
fearful doubt.
I would cast aside my
weapons,
sword and shield.
All the outer hostile husk
that
kept me chilled.
I have seen the dry seeds
at long
last unfurl.
I have seen the light-green
leaves as
they uncurl.
Tender life has force with
which no
iron contends,
surfacing from earth’s deep
heart with
no defence.
Where I froze in winter
wastes dawn
springs afresh.
I would meet life’s mighty
forces
weaponless.
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