Masonic Poetry
Frankly, Masonic web sites often carry a lot of poetry and even the casual reader is often exposed to the same poem several times.
We will only insert poems we think are particularity good or good and rare on this page.
DO WE MEET HIM ON THE LEVEL?
Author Unknown
To meet upon the level
is an easy thing to say,
but when it comes to practice,
do we do it every day?
Do we meet him on the level,
if the Brother chance to be
just a little out at elbow
or baggy at the knee?
When we meet him in the workshop,
do we greet him with the grip
that we do the noted statesman
on a European trip?
Do we meet him on the level
and give him just the chance
that we do the dashing fellow
with the creases in his pants?
If fortune does not smile on him
in sunshine and repose,
do we meet him on the level
in his second-handed clothes?
Do we invite him to our church,
and seat him in our pew,
and warm our hearts by clasping hands
as Brothers ought to do?
Yes, we meet him on the level,
on the broad Masonic plan,
whenever we know him to be
a Mason and a man.
We'll meet him on the level,
and part upon the square,
and then perhaps he'll vouch for us
when we meet him over there
Toast to the Visitors
Our SW Brother Stuart had the pleasure at our 2017 Installation dinner of proposing the visitors’ Toast. His words particularly stood out, and within them he used the below poem capturing the spirit of Lodge Devotion, all good Lodges, and the brotherhood of Freemasonry. He was kind enough to forward them and they are below. Congratulations to Stuart on his outstanding toast.
Friendship is a priceless gift
that cannot be bought or sold,
But its value is far greater
than a mountain made of gold--
For gold is cold and lifeless,
it can neither see nor hear,
And in the time of trouble
it is powerless to cheer--
It has no ears to listen,
no heart to understand.
It cannot bring you comfort
or reach out a helping hand.
So when you ask God for a gift,
be thankful if he sends
not diamonds, pearls or riches,
but the love of real true friends.
Author Unknown
A Brother’s Hand
by Brother George B. Staff. From the Berkley Masonic Lodge # 536, Trestle board, August 2017, MI USA
When you're feeling all downhearted,
And life's hard to understand,
Say, it's fine to feel the pressure
Of a Brother's friendly hand.
Just to know he sympathizes,
Though he doesn't say a word;
How it starts your courage climbing,
As your heart is touched and stirred.
With an arm across your shoulders,
And a grip you love to find,
How it makes you feel the bounding
Of the hearts of humankind.
It is just a little token
Of an ever growing band,
For there's faith and hope and courage
In a Brother's friendly hand!
Ten Master Masons (Poem)
