Maybe it’s because I’ve been up all night. Maybe it’s because I’ve not had enough coffee.

Maybe it’s because the hardened cynic I show you, is just the fragile shell of an unrepentant romantic.

But no matter the reason, the following poem (not mine) gets to me. It cuts right through all of the debris of the Temple and gets to – at least for me – the core, to heart, the meaning of this thing called Freemasonry.

And because I’m currently without adult supervision, I’m gonna share it with you.

Walking the roads of our youth
Through the land of our childhood, our home, and our truth
Be near me, guide me, always stay beside me
So I can be free.
Let’s roam this place, familiar and vast
Our playground of green frames our past.
We were wanderers.
Never lost.
Always home.
When every place was fenceless
And time was endless
Our ways were always the same.
Calm my demons and walk with me, my brother
Until our roads lead us away from each other.
And if your heart’s full of sorrow, keep walking
Don’t rest.
And promise me from heart to chest
To never let your memories die.
I will always be alive and by your side.
In your mind.
I’m free.