Mystery
© 2009 susan mucklow
Is it possible to walk away
Dismiss the words I have to say
Be filled by under spoken truth
Silence the backhand of reproof
Exit sign won’t let me leave
Provocation stirring grief
The open door should bid depart
Yet only leads back to my heart
What mystery that beckons deep
Then haunts me as I toy with sleep
Can well enough be left alone
Can I refuse to turn this stone
Missing link that shackles me
Motivation to proceed
If I find it not in another’s word
Can’t it just be left unheard?
Burdened cry for something more
Forbidden to go elsewhere for
Forced to see without their eyes
to hear new truth through broken ties
Solutions to the mystery
Transmuted within unity
I can’t ignore this part of me
What’s mine to share is mine to see
The fear of loss or of deception
Out shadowed now by new perception
He in me and me in Him
Sovereign Choice, His diadem
The Whole of Me
© 2009 susan mucklow
I choose to love the whole of me
Parts pleasant and distasteful
Idyllic view of value and worth
Pandered esteem illegally
Admit the whole, accept the all
No dissection or rejection
Iconic image stripped away
I now embrace what it appalled
One is real and false another
I admit I cannot change it
I trust the One who authors both
Causing one to prove the other
I regard the inner bully
As the contrast that’s intended
Instead of running from the truth
I remain to see it fully
I won’t disdain unwanted traits
Or scorn the imperfection
Love is asked to stay in place
To unify what once was hated
What once disturbed my being
Was reinforced by my resistance
It demanded change and false control
Subverting grace and all receiving
Environment and all within it
Are unchanged within my border
Innocence casts a truer view
Forever forged within love’s image
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