A Poem

by Midnight Freemason Guest Contributor
Bro. Brett Thomas


The Master stands, chisel in hand
His canvas is a living stone, his canvas is a man.
Shaving here, honing there, the Master perfects the stone
As time continues onward, the perfect ashlar is shown.

Intemperance, pride, greed and the like
The Master quells with every strike.
The living stones, imperfections all
Fall as dust with the hammer's fall.

The rough stone, chisel, and circumstance are furnished by the Master
My choices are the hammer's strikes, making the perfect ashlar. 

Bro. Brett Thomas is a Florida professional firefighter and a newly passed FC. He is a member of Cabul Lodge, No 116 in Green Cove Springs, Florida.

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