There comes a moment in every craftman's life,when you get carewore about the trade you have artistically built over years or months.
That period when you wish you could put the pencil down at last and suspire. It is the minute of your doom and you literally or metaphorically implode.
It is easier saying you are tired and need some rest,and it is another
story making your respite become your day of reckoning. Every artist has
something unique inside him that seems to conflagrate his muse or
passion,it is only that some times,the hour produces some sort of
otiosity.
However,I give it to you all in strong terms of recommendation,to bite a cake,take a beer if you do drink and move on,for the temple was not built half way. Until you throw the canopy or network over the pillars,you just cannot rest.
The times will be hard,in fact no one promised us a smooth run,hurdles are placed in our paths,to make the journey interesting and a memorable one, that when we are eventually labeled masters of the craft,it must be that we served the world in good faith,it must be that we ran a good race,it must be that we helped shape society.
Financial constraints,health breakdown and employment conundrum cannot impede on our order,for every man to himself a temple build,and at the end he shall be judged by the exquisite design and workmanship on the pillars he erected,our words and actions make the world dance in a style.
This I say to awaken the spirits of all the tired Masons,of which,I am one big victim. Forward to all haggard Masons to resuscitate their interest.
Bro. Oppong Clifford Benjamin
Excelsior Lodge No. 7670 EC.
However,I give it to you all in strong terms of recommendation,to bite a cake,take a beer if you do drink and move on,for the temple was not built half way. Until you throw the canopy or network over the pillars,you just cannot rest.
The times will be hard,in fact no one promised us a smooth run,hurdles are placed in our paths,to make the journey interesting and a memorable one, that when we are eventually labeled masters of the craft,it must be that we served the world in good faith,it must be that we ran a good race,it must be that we helped shape society.
Financial constraints,health breakdown and employment conundrum cannot impede on our order,for every man to himself a temple build,and at the end he shall be judged by the exquisite design and workmanship on the pillars he erected,our words and actions make the world dance in a style.
This I say to awaken the spirits of all the tired Masons,of which,I am one big victim. Forward to all haggard Masons to resuscitate their interest.
Bro. Oppong Clifford Benjamin
Excelsior Lodge No. 7670 EC.
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