“ALAS, MY BROTHER”

Last evening, about six-thirty,
I went to a visitation.
For a departed member of a Masonic Lodge
Without any hesitation.

I slowly entered the funeral home,
Rather solemnly, I confess,
I thought many there would greet me
As his Masonic Brothers, no less.

Only three of his Lodge Brother’s were present,
While the family sat alone,
Where is all the Brotherly Love?
His Brothers should have shown.

Not only was I embarrassed,
For I could feel the family’s pain,
Of not seeing their loved ones Brothers,
As the mourners went and came.

The Masonic oaths we took on bended knee,
Should mean much more than this.
Have we lost sight of what they mean?
My Brothers, surely something is amiss.

We certainly have an obligation,
To make time to say Good-bye:
Eternity is a long, long, time
For tear filled eyes to dry.

Though many of your Brothers are not here,
To say their last farewell,
I am here to say my last Good-bye,
Alas, my Brother, sleep well!


Hiram Abiff
The Widow’s Son

"No man has ever knelt at our altar of Obligation an arose the same man."
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