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A Mason’s Wish

Posted by Bro. Zabinsky on Aug 29, 2014 in Masonic Poetry

“A MASON’S WISH”

I WISH THERE WERE WORDS, I COULD MAKE RHYME,
TO SOOTHE THE HEARTS, AND OPEN THE MIND.
OF NON-MASON MEN, IN THEIR EVER DAY LIFE,
TO SEE A SMALL GLIMMER, OF MASONIC LIGHT.

IT WOULD TAKE JUST A SPARK, AND A WELCOME RIGHT HAND,
TO MAKE A GOOD FELLOW, A MUCH BETTER MAN.
TO ANSWER HIS QUESTIONS, AND CALM HIS FEARS,
OF THINGS HE’S HEARD, OVER THE YEARS.

THERE ARE NO CULTS, IN OUR LODGES OF BLUE,
WE BELIEVE IN GOD, HE BELIEVES IN US TOO.
EDUCATION IS THE WAY, TO OPEN MEN’S EYES,
SO THEY CAN SEE THROUGH, ALL THE VISCOUS LIES.

CREATED BY THOSE, WITH NOT ENOUGH GOOD,
TO WEAR A WHITE APRON, AND STAND WHERE WE STOOD.
TO LEAD THEM FROM DARKNESS, AS WE TRAVELED ONE NIGHT,
AND INSTILL IN THEIR HEART, THE DESIRE FOR MORE LIGHT.

TO WALK IN THE SHOES, OF HIRAM ABIFF,
AND FEEL THE COMPASSION, OF A BROTHER’S STRONG GRIP.
EACH TIME WE APPROACH, THE ALTAR TO PRAY,
MEMORIES FLOOD BACK, OF THAT SPECIAL DAY.

WHEN THE EARTH WAS VOID, AND DARK ALL AROUND,
THERE WERE NO BIRDS, NO BEAUTIFUL SOUNDS.
SLOWLY THERE CAME, STEPS FROM THE EAST,
THE HEAVENS OPENED UP, LIGHT WAS UNLEASHED.

SHAFTS OF LIGHT, STREAK THROUGH THE SKY,
AS THE MASTER APPROACHED, MY BROTHERS STOOD BY.
A TRIANGULAR FORM STATIONED IN PLACE,
LIGHT FROM THE EAST, TO SHINE ON MY FACE.

BY MY RIGHT HAND, HE BADE ME ARISE,
WORDS FROM THE MASTER, WERE TRUE AND WISE.
EVER SO EAGER, TO NEVER LOSE SIGHT,
ALWAYS IN SEARCH, OF MASONIC LIGHT.

ASCENDING THE STAIRS, BY THREE, FIVE AND SEVEN,
LIGHTING MY WAY, TO THE GATES OF HEAVEN.
Ben R. Steen Copyright 2002

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The Trowel

Posted by Bro. Zabinsky on Mar 8, 2012 in Masonic Poetry

Masonic Trowel
T is for the tools of the first three degrees
R for every rule as each brother agrees;
O is for the oath, in making all brothers true
W is for the work each one of us must do;
E is for the effort to answer every call
L stands for love…the most important thing of all;

These letters spell TROWEL, and as every brother knows;
It spreads love and friendship, wherever it goes.

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Masonic Membership Card

Posted by Bro. Zabinsky on Mar 8, 2012 in Masonic Poetry

I hold in my hand a little scrap of paper
2 1/2 x 3 1/2 inches in size.
It is of no intrinsic worth,
not a bond, not a check or receipt for valuables,
yet it is my most priceless possession.
It is my membership card in a Masonic Lodge.

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A Mason

Posted by Bro. Zabinsky on Mar 3, 2012 in Masonic Poetry

Masonic PinI met a dear old man today,
Who wore a Masonic pin,
It was old and faded like the man,
It’s edges were worn quite thin.
I approached the park bench where he sat,
To give the old brother his due,
I said, “I see you’ve traveled east,”
He said, “I have, have you.”
I said, “I have, and in my day
Before the all seeing sun,
I played in the rubble, with Jubala
Jubalo and Jubalum.”

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I Am Freemasonry

Posted by Bro. Zabinsky on Mar 2, 2012 in Masonic Poetry

I was born in antiquity, in the ancient days when men first dreamed of God. I have been tried through the ages, and found true. The crossroads of the world bear the imprint of my feet, and the cathedrals of all nations mark the skill of my hands. I strive for beauty and for symmetry. In my heart is wisdom and strength and courage for those who ask. Upon my altars is the Book of Holy Writ, and my prayers are to the One Omnipotent God, my sons work and pray together, without rank or discord, in the public mart and in the inner chamber. By signs and symbols I teach the lessons of life and of death and the relationship of man with God and of man with man.

My arms are widespread to receive those of lawful age and good report who seek me of their own free will. I accept them and teach them to use my tools in the building of men, and thereafter, find direction in their own quest for perfection so much desired and so difficult to attain. I lift up the fallen and shelter the sick. I hark to the orphans’ cry, the widows tears, the pain of the old and destitute. I am not church, nor party, nor school, yet my sons bear a full share of responsibility to God, to country, to neighbor and themselves. They are freemen, tenacious of their liberties and alert to lurking danger. At the end I commit them as each one undertakes the journey beyond the vale into the glory of everlasting life.

I ponder the sands within the glass and think how small is a single life in the eternal universe. Always have I taught immortality, and even as I raise men from darkness into light, I am a way of life.

I AM FREEMASONRY

– Ray V. Denslow. 1933

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