Craftsman’s Journey

As a man with little family
And ne’er the guts to dare

The turning point turned out to be

Parting upon the Square

My heart had heard the Architect

Though this ashlar was rough fare

So I approached the Masons’ Lodge

And knocked what door was there

I was taken by the hand

With no reason to beware

And then I observed the light

Three flicker and three flare

Then I was properly educated

As my mind was so far bare

I took the craftsman’s journey

And I walked that flight of stair

At long last I was made a master

And death held no despair

But my travels were just beginning

The progress is for e’er

So I advanced from a lowly start

Taking seats as was fair

With the hopes I may one day be worthy

Of sitting in Solomon’s Chair

Through this I stay ever mindful

That titles are only a snare

For what good is a Master

That no longer lives with love and care?

Yet through it all vice still hounds me

Clawing at my soul’s lair

Though now I keep it in due bounds

For I am Hiram’s heir

I’d always had Baal’s Bridge wisdom

But I knew not from where

‘Til my Brothers gave me Light

And bid my actions Square

– Bro. Ryan S. Bonnett