FW: Masonic Black Shoes

I hope you enjoyed a nice Easter and are all keeping safe and well. 

Some of you may have seen this for those who’ve not then it is a lovely read. 

The old black shoes are looking glum

As I pass the lobby door,

“What’s wrong with you?” they seem to say,

“We’re going out no more.

We’ve taken not a single step,

Not third or even first,

And ne’er a sign we’ve seen you give,

Has Masonry been cursed?”

“It has”, I said, “by virus vile,

We have to stay at home

Until such time the plague has passed,

Then once more we can roam.

The Masons’ Halls are empty,

Regalia put away,

Gavels now stay silent,

DCs hold no sway.

Volumes of the Sacred Law

On pedestals redundant,

Now Brothers all contacts their friends

By social posts abundant.

No handshake, word or secret sign,

No friendly Festive Board

No Tyler’s song to say Goodnight,

No organ’s well-loved chord.

“Black shoes,” I said, “do not despair,

Our Chain is firm and strong

Our flag of love remains unfurled

We’ll sing again our song.

And though our Brethren may have passed

To Grander Lodge Above,

We’ll look upon their memories

With everlasting Love;

And in their name, we’ll offer help

And soothe the burdened heart;

We’ll comfort those who are distressed,

Thus Masons play their part.

And when this crisis is resolved

We’ll sing the old refrain,

“Happy to Meet, Sorry to Part,

Happy to meet again.”

I look forward to seeing you all soon.