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My Initiation – Poem

I heard three knocks at the Temple door
And then it was opened wide.
I felt the grip of a Masons hand
As I slowly passed inside.
I was lowered on bended knees,
As a prayer was said for me,
And then I was helped to pass around
For the Brethren all to see.
all to me was like black of night,
As my leader took me round,
And my racing heart I  heard more clear
Than the organs solemn sound.
My faltering footstep here and there
Were halted on my way,
As several questions were put to me
As I struggled not to sway.
Then moving on I took three steps
And again I had to kneel
Whilst my left hand pressed a compass point
For my naked breast to feel.
With my right  resting on  The Law
I took my obligation
And I swore Id be a Mason true
At my initiation.
Some word were said  which I could not  hear
Though wishing that I could see,
Then after  a  knock  that echoed  wide
My sight was restored to me.
I shall not tell more of what I saw
Or much of what was spoken
But I saw the sign and heard the word
And felt the Masons token.
Ill tell you this that I heard a charge
( Which later I learned by heart )
As it told me all that a man should do
As a Mason, from the start.
It matters not if You Pass the Chair
Or reach the highest station,
The best event in a Masons life

Is his initiation.