Passing the Torch

© 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