The Poetic Works of William E. Ogren
Are we perfect? No, we never were, nor will we ever be,
Yet our light has been a beacon for all the world to see.
Belonging to a brotherhood that shares a trust in God,
We've left our mark upon the world, wherever we have trod.
Founded in antiquity and lasting through the years,
A fraternity of friendship, a brotherhood of peers.
From the moment we are raised, until we are deceased,
We always have the memory of our journey to the East.
When I knelt before the altar and then was brought to light,
I looked upon the Bible and the brothers in my sight.
My brothers never left my side through many trying days.
They made my life much richer in so many different ways.
I've felt the grip of brotherhood while traveling o'er the land.
That grip of Master Mason that is passed from hand to hand.
I have felt the nervous handshake of a brother newly raised.
And the cold hand in a hospice on a brother's final days.
I have labored in the quarries for I felt the cause was just.
Now I wear this purple apron and I view it as a trust.
An apron's just a piece of cloth, although it's worn with pride.
It's what it represents that counts a brotherhood worldwide
When I became a Master Mason, I was proud as I could be.
My father did the raising and was just as proud as me.
When he gave me the secret word, he knew what he had done.
He had filled the goal of many men, the raising of a son.
When I started through the chairs, he was always on the side.
He watched me rise to master, I saw him fill with pride.
When I took the oath of master, I knew his pride increased.
He stood up on the sidelines, and then approached the East.
As he walked across the lodge room, a box was at his side.
He gave a speech he wrote himself. His eyes were glazed and wide.
He was not a public speaker, but he stood where all could see.
And no man stood as tall as he, when he gave that box to me.
I took the wrapping off that box, and there I saw inside.
A top hat he had bought himself, and now I filled with pride.
All year long I wore that hat, he would often smile and grin.
And now it sits upon a shelf, in the box that it came in.
Each time I take it out to look, I think about that day.
I feel he's somehow here today, in a special kind of way.
He was proud to be a Mason, he was what we're all about.
The brother on the sidelines, that we can't do without.
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Finally, today, received my ring.
Its so beautiful....
Brother Airton, Brazil
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