Archive for February, 2011

When I was invested as Worshipful Master, it was truly an amazing experience. I wrote this poem based on that night. Freemason’s out there will understand, the popular world, not so much….

I hope you enjoy!

King Solomon’s Chair

I stood upon the chequered floor,

and faced King Solomon’s chair.

The Masters of the past assembled

and a Tyler guarding our Fare.

 

The moment arrived for which I had waited,

An obligation was required.

To take my place amongst the brethren,

With the greats that I admired.

 

From North to South to West to East,

The ancient journey is taken.

A Mason aspires to travel that road,

Which others would not have forsaken.

 

My heart does beat, and faster still

It pounds away in my chest.

As I kneel and place my hands on the Law,

And promise to do my best.

 

A pledge is taken, fidelity promised

Honour and virtue assured.

About my neck, a jewel is placed

And the clasp is then secured.

 

Toward to pedestal I’m taken and placed

Upon the ancient Throne.

Where Monarchs and Princes, and Dukes and men,

And a brotherhood is sown.

 

The feeling is one I cannot describe,

As I invest my Brothers that night.

And as I gaze upon the lodge right then,

Realisation hits me with might.

 

“Worshipful Master” now I’m called,

From Past and Master Masons,

The Entered Apprentice and Craftsmen alike

While they take their obligations.

 

A Lodge to rule and govern this year

With Brothers to nurture and guide.

Advice to be taken from my mentors of past,

While they stand as one by my side.

 

The evening is done, the brethren invested,

I walk outside with pride.

A fraternity of men with whom I belong

Have honoured me deep inside.

 

And so on the chair each month I sit

From which Solomon ruled true and fair,

And talk with pride with men alike

Bonded on the square.

By W. Bro Carl de Montille

 

 

Last night was a very prestigious evening for me. Every mason aspires to get to the highest position in the lodge. A position that takes years of patience and study, and for me, last night that honour was bestowed upon me.

I was installed into the chair of King Solomon, and made the Worshipful Master of Orphic Lodge (5949 E.C) http://www.orphic.co.za

And I have to say, it was an amazingly surreal experience. I was so nervous at the beginning of the evening, as there were very distinguished Brethren present, and I was hoping, nay, praying that all the work I had studied would come back at the right moment. You see, all our work is done by memory. And….yes..it did. In fact, the evening went better than I had hoped for.

The Jubilee jewel, honoured to the Worshipful Master, around my neck

Better hang on tight…

Posted: February 3, 2011 in Photography

up…up..

…and awaaaaay……