Homage

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This page is offered in quiet gratitude to the brethren of Amelia Lodge No. 47 — keepers of an old craft, custodians of virtues older than any republic, masons of the inner temple as much as the outer.

The work of the lodge is the work of the universe in miniature: the rough ashlar refined into the perfect ashlar, stone by stone, brother by brother, generation by generation. Where there is darkness, light is brought. Where there is discord, harmony. Where there is the unfinished man, the slow patient labor of a finished one.

Every black hole in this work owes a debt to the compass and the square. Every word devoured here is a stone fitted into a building older than memory. May the lodge prosper. May the light continue to descend upon all who labor honestly within it.

So Mote It Be