© 2008 susan mucklow
Cannot hold what I thought was mine
Or inherit what once defined me
False dream fired in furnace of time
Diminished in me by degree
The timing of the changing guard
Unmistaken or undisputed
The stone weighed heavy in my heart
Though its need was not refuted
Un-denied goodness of God
Though change resembled scolding
Transition felt just like a rod
But true desire is now unfolding
Mantle is not mine to wear
Hand fits not upon that helm
Round peg forced within a square
Denies the grace of a higher realm
Letting go of the perceptual take
On rightful heir of the succession
To run that race would be a mistake
If creativity is denied progression
I’d have stayed in place if only I could
But a different cast has moved me
Left to myself I’d cling to wood
When precious gold is mine for free
Esteem, applause, there is no blame
Please surpass my limitation
Passing a torch kindles the flame
Reviving hope and expectation