39th Masonic District - Memorial Page of Sorrow

 

No one hears the door that opens

Through which they pass beyond recall

Soft as loosened leaves of roses

One by one our loved ones fall

From our chain this link has fallen

In our land his star has set

But enshrined on memories tablet

His true worth we’ll ne’er  forget.

 

Behold his perfect ashlar stands

As he has made it square and true

To grace that house not made with hands

Invisible to mortal view

His labor done, his journey o’er

Reward has come with his release

He rests upon the farther shore

With God in God’s eternal peace.

 

There is a stream that all must cross

The river of human tears

Now lying calm in the summer light

Now splashed with the rain of human tears

Out of the hills of God it flows

And on to the shoreless sea

Here the noontide sun no shadow throws

And time is eternity.   

Author Unknown

 

 

 

Text Box: This page is dedicated to those Lodge Brothers who have gone on to a higher brotherhood to engage in nobler duties.