Where Hiram Knelt


When I Die



Utopia Found?


The Ritual

Hong Fai�s Last Stand

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When the pressures of recession
Make us concentrate on greed,
Take heed, a worthy Mason
Cares about another's needs;
Don't let pressures of the moment
Make your obligation sway,
Stop and help a fallen brother
Or another by the way;
What you give is like a bubble
Whenever you assist,
What it costs in time and trouble
Is, soon after, never missed;
Brother, bear that obligation
You accepted on your knee,
It's in direct relation
To your own security;
Never hesitate, my brother
Square your actions now and say,
"I'll remember I'm a Mason,
And behave like that today;"
"With regard to human kindness
And the 'Golden Rule', I pray,
I'll remember I'm a Mason...
And behave like that today."

Author of the poem unknown.



Where Hiram Knelt

Last night I knelt where Hiram knelt 
and took an obligation.
Today I'm closer to my God 
for I'm a Master Mason.

I might have lived a moral life
and risen to distinction
without my Brothers helping hand
and the fellowship of Masons.

But the Grand Architect, who knows how hard it is
to resist life's temptations,
knows why I knelt where Hiram knelt
and took that obligation.

(abridged version)





by Brother Rudyard Kipling

When I was a King and a Mason,
a Master Proven and skilled,
I cleared me ground for a Palace,
such as a King should build.

I decreed and dug down to my levels;
presently, under the silt,
I came on the wreck of a Palace,
such as a King had built.

There was no worth in the fashion;
there was no wit in the plan;
Hither and thither, aimless,
the ruined footings ran.

Masonry, brute, mishandled,
but carven on every stone,
"After me cometh a Builder;
tell him I, too, have known."

Swift to my use in my trenches,
where my well-planned ground works grew,
I tumbled his quoins and his ashlars,
and cut and rest them anew.

Lime I milled of his marbles;
burned it, slaked it, and spread;
Taking and leaving at pleasure,
the gifts of the humble dead.

Yet I despised not nor gloried, yet,
as we wrenched them apart,
I read in the razed foundation
the heart of that Builder's heart.

As he has risen and pleaded,
so did I understand,
The form of the dream he had followed,
in the face of the thing he had planned.

When I was a King and a Mason,
in the open noon of my pride,
They sent me a Word from the Darkness;
they whispered and called me aside.

They said, "The end is forbidden."
They said, "Thy use is fulfilled.
Thy Palace shall stand as that other's,
the spoil of a King who shall build."

I called my men from my trenches,
my quarries, my wharves, and my sheers;
All I had wrought I abandoned,
to the faith of the faithless years.

Only I cut on the timber;
only I carved on the stone:
"After me cometh a Builder;
tell him I, too, have known."



When I Die


�When I Die�

I want to be thoroughly used up


The harder I work,

The more I live.


Life is no brief candle for me.


It is sort of a splendid torch,

Which I have got hold of for the



I want to make it burn

As brightly as possible

Before handing it

On to future generations.�




May today there be peace

within you.

May you trust God

that you are exactly where

you are meant to be

�I believe that friends

are quiet angels

who lift us to our feet

when our wings have trouble

remembering how to fly.�


A Journey Just Begun


Don�t think of them as gone away,

Their journey has just begun;

Life holds so many facets �

This earth is only one.

Just think of them as resting from the

Sorrows and the tears;

In a place of warmth and comfort

Where there are no days and years.

Think of how they must be wishing

That we could know, today;

How nothing but our sadness can

Really pass away.

And think of them as living in the hearts of those they touched;

For nothing loved is ever lost,

And they were loved so much.


By Bernard Shaw






Referred to the emblem of Deity that marks the Lodge-East. Deo optimo, maximo (To God, all good, all great).


THAT NAME ! I learned it at a mother�s knee,

When, looking up, the fond and tearful face

Beaming upon my eyes to tenderly,

She prayed that GOD her little son would bless!


THAT NAME! I spoke it when I entered here,

And bowed the knee, as each Freemason must;

From my heart�s center with sincerity,

I said, �In God, in God is all my trust!�


THAT NAME! I saw it o�er the Master�s chair,

� The Hieroglyphic bright�, and, bending low,

Paid solemn homage at the emblem there,

That speaks of GOD, before whom all must bow!




Utopia Found?

There is a place that you can find
Where everyone is always kind,
Where everything is harmony,
Where every man is always free.

No politics are spoken there,
No arguments to rend the air,
Where smiles glow bright on every face,
A joyful and a friendly place.

A place where men can do good deeds
And share their lot with those with needs,
But still have fun in all they do
While being good and firm and true.

A place where God is still revered
And tyranny is never feared,
A place there virtues still are taught,
Where goodness is not sold or bought.

"A Shangri La?" you say to me,
"Why such a place can never be!"
Untrue, my friend, there's one I know,
A place where good men often go.

And not just one, but many more,
Both here at home, on distant shore,
Thousands and thousands, I would guess;
There might be more, but never less.

They've been around hundreds of years,
These places where men need have no fears,
So now you ask, "Where do I go?"
All right, my friend, I'll let you know.

Look for a sign with compasses and square,
Easily found, they're most everywhere,
Just note the number and the street
To know where Masons go to meet.





Adieu, a heart warm, fond adieu,
Dear brothers of the mystic tie!
Ye favored, ye enlightened few,
Companions of my social joy!
Tho' I to foreign lands must hie,
Pursuing fortune's slidd'ry ba',--
With melting heart and brimful eye,
I'll mind you still, though far awa'.

Oft have I met your social band,
An' spent the cheerful, festive night;
, honored with supreme command,
Presided o'er the sons of light;
And by that Hieroglyphic bright,
Which none but Craftsmen ever saw,
Strong memory on my heart shall write
Those happy scenes, when far awa'.

May freedom, harmony and love
Unite you in the grand design,
Beneath th' omniscient Eye above,
The glorious Architect divine; --
That you may keep the unerring line,
Still rising by the plummet's law,
order bright completely shine,
Shall be my prayer when far awa'.

And you farewell, whose merits claim
Justly that highest badge to wear,--
Heaven bless your honored, noble name,
To Masonry and Scotia dear!
A last request, permit me here;
When yearly ye assemble a',
One round, -- I ask it with a tear
To him, the Bard, that's far awa'.

by Brother Robert Burns




The Ritual


The Ritual is my Tool Box. I come to the Lodge to Build.

The Sharper that my Tools are, The Faster I move To the Guild

The Pot of incense, that smolder and glow so Light so Bright. 

I will keep the Secret intensely repose, with all my virtuous might.


While on Earth like the Ant so industrious,

With strength I will work and grow.

Till Thy Wings Blossom and We move towards Heaven.

This a Fellow Bee, should work to Know.

Our documents that govern us so brilliantly

We quest with Proficiency to act and show, our Constitution is the

Law that guides us, to the Land that no traveler will ever flow!


Stone to stone to make it smother. Metal to metal to make

It Sharp. With a swift stroke of My Trowel in

Harmony, I will pace from Stop to Start!

So study this thing that we are given with ALL your Mind, Soul,

And Heart, It will Lighten your load in Masonry, and is the Essence of a real Part to Start.



 Lawrence Oliver Sr.

 Live Stone Lodge #152 P.H.A

 Grand Prairie TX.




Hong Fai�s Last Stand

( Hong Fai Chang,  July 10, 1924 - April 20, 2005)

It was a spring day, warm for once,

A Tuesday morning as I went to visit

The Superior Woods Healthcare facility.

This was not my first visit.

The nursing home Past Master Hong Fai Chang

Had checked into is near my home,

And I pass it every day on the way to work.


I began making regular stops,

As I know some of the other caring brothers

Like Justin and Rich did.

This morning was blue skies and green grass bending in the April breeze.

I arrived at Hong Fai�s room and

Found his name missing from the door.


In sudden wonder, I retreated to the nurse�s Station

And asked what had happened.

My throat didn�t feel right.

I was worried he had been transferred again � or worse.

The nurse paused, looking up from her charts

And replied, pointing, �he�s in physical therapy.

Check for him there!�


This friendly attitude was a relief.

I walked into the room she indicated

And found two rows of patients, all sitting, stretching

And performing simple exercises, but no Hong Fai�

I recognized his roommate, George, sitting near the door.

We�d been introduced before.


Hi George�, I began, �I�m looking for your roommate,

Hong Fai. Have you seen him?�

�No, he�s probably in the bathroom answered George.

I asked, �Will you let him know I said hello

And stopped by when you see him?�

�Sure thing will do!� George replied.

�George, you won�t remember that, will you?�

Asked the therapist, sitting across from him.

�No, probably not,� came George�s smiling reply.

Figuring I would check in on Hong Fai later in the week,

I marched out to the car, started the engine

And checked my cell phone�s voicemail, as I always do.



Victims of the modern era, we realtors and Past master both.

I noticed a woman in nurse�s dress beginning the long walk

To the parking lot, Surprisingly,

She walked to my car and tapped on my window.

�Hong Fai�s out front now,�

She said,

�He was out walking, we do it every day for exercise.�


I turned the car off and returned to the lobby.

Hong Fai was sitting and smiling, brightly.

�So good to see you.� We began chatting

About all manner of things,

From the helpful staff at the nursing home to his family,

Possibilities for his health

And all the research the University of Michigan had performed.


He even called out loud time

A nurse would pass by to thank

Them for all their help,

His attitude was friendly, relaxed and laughing,

As I remember him so often from the Lodge and from the Grotto.


Finally, when it was time to leave,

He gripped my hand and we said goodbye,

Not knowing when our next meeting would be.

His smile was bright and impeccable,

Matching his eyes, which sparkled in the spring sunlight.


The man was a class act, and a great brother.

All who knew him misses Hong Fai Chang,

And enjoyed his company.

I�ll never forget the Grand Architect�s design in making certain

I had a chance to visit with the brother one last time

Before it is my turn to go on and join him.


Now my Brethren, the roll of the workmen has been called,

And one Master Mason has not answered to his name.

Hong Fai has laid down the working tools of the Craft and with them

He has left that mortal part for which he no longer has use.


His labors here below have taught him

To divest his heart and conscience of the vices

And superfluities of life, thereby fitting his mind

As a living stone for the spiritual building-that

House not made with hands, eternal in the heavens.


Sean Dykhouse, PM

AAF 262




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