by Midnight Freemason Guest Contributor Bro. Brett Thomas Untitled The Master stands, chisel in hand His canvas is a living stone, his canvas is a man. Shaving here, honing there, the Master perfects the stone As time continues onward, the perfect ashlar is shown. Intemperance, pride, greed and the like The Master quells with every strike. The living stones, imperfections all Fall as dust with the hammer's fall. The rough stone, chisel, and circumstance are furnished by the Master My choices…
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