In silence deep, by square and line,
A path is drawn through truth’s design.
He is no longer just a novice soul,
This Craftsman seeks a higher goal.
With level steps and heart sincere,
He walks where ancient lights appear.
From rough-hewn stone to work refined,
He journeys on with an open mind.
The Pillars —Boaz, Jachin—tall,
Their secrets whispered through the Hall.
Strength and beauty, side by side,
With wisdom there as solemn guide.
The wages earned are not of gold,
But light, and truths the ages hold.
To climb the stairs is not for pride,
But for the strength to look inside.
The plumb-line drops, the square is laid,
The compass draws, the gauge displayed.
Each tool a voice, each grip a sign,
Each symbol pointing to design.
Within the Chamber, veiled from view,
Are lessons deep, and purpose true.
A silent vow, a Brother’s hand,
A bond no tyrant could command.
So onward walks the Fellowcraft,
Through mysteries the wise have passed.
Not just to build, but understand.
Poem by Bro Nick Druce
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