By Brother Mark Stumacher, MPS

Woulds’t that I only heard better the gifts of God, that through the Angels do pass to me true.

Could I only bear better the truth that they tell, and not find what they say to be new.

For to hear their whispers I must listen real hard and abhor my own thoughts to the core; lest I lose in that quagmired wilderness, the light that I there once saw.

For as children we know but have forgotten what once were our souls’ desires.

Lost in meaningless emptiness, we’ve become false destined sires of pain turned to pleasure and pleasure to pain: a forfeit of reason and love.

For what we have lost in that wilderness, is the lamplight that comes from above.

From Connecticut Freemasons, May 2010