Having read of the passing of Danny Houston, I would like to leave a poem in his honour, I picked up the threads of it somewhere, and added to it and played with it. I came out with this.

When these two great pillars grow old and weak, when these old rusted hinges creak, these windows, darken dim, these small discomforts we'll let pass, for here, reflected in this glass, we catch a hopeful gleam, of brethren gathered far and wide, who wear this badge with love and pride, bear tokens strange to some, who's daylight work is gladly done, who are ne'er beneath a setted sun who never stand alone.

Nature, and scriptures tell us all, the towering frame, one day must fall, yet where, or when, or how's not known.

For we'll leave that to the architect,

and trust his wisdom to direct,

the taking if it down.

Come the day we prostrate lie.

let not sad tears bedim your eye,

for brethren no more here,

for just beyond times wondrous space,

ther stands a lodge,

a resting place,

that no more dates our years.

In time, we'll square the floor no more, but the world will turn, just as before, and right it should be so.

So let us our house in order set,

that we may leave without regret,

when we are called to go.

W. Bro. Paul Hunter

Lodge Rosemary 6421 E.C.

23/12/07

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