Monday, March 9, 2009

Hiram's Dust

"I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: "Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed. And on the pedestal these words appear: `My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings: Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!' Nothing beside remains. Round the decay Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare, The lone and level sands stretch far away."Percy Bysshe Shelley (The Complete Poems of Percy Bysshe Shelley)
Time is a commodity for all of us in our modern society. Time translates into opportunity. It is opportunity for service; it is opportunity for work; and it is opportunity for rest....

Hmm...sound familiar?

Thus time holds the greatest of values. Still, we too often squander it and let the sands drift amiss. This is life crossing the divide in death by fractions. We journey our hours toward the end of all our opportunities. So what must be accomplished we must do now. Our service and our work is not a calling so much as a completion.

When we put ourselves in service to our Brothers, we serve the Light. When we put ourselves in service to our Diety, we serve the Light. When we put ourselves in service to our families, we serve the Light. When we put ourselves in service to our country...our community...we serve the Light. That is, we serve what is Greater than ourselves; that which must endure even though we as individuals will pass away as Hiram's dust.

The Hindu faith teaches that men are the realized expression of the essence of God. Christianity, Judaism and Islam profess that man was created in the 'image of God.' And Science informs us that humanity is a biological manifestation of forces and archetypes of nature connected at a quantum level. These ideas are not so different.

Our eyes are the eyes that see the suffering. Our hearts are the hearts that compel our compassion. Our minds are the minds that offer solutions for the wearied. And our hands are the hands that may comfort the fallen.

The very definition of an Angel, the original root of the word (angle), translates into 'messenger.' Angels took on the name of their deity and then a word denoting a description of their individual function. This was a case in many cultures of the past. It is most easily recognized in the Judeo Christian faith in Angelic names such as Michael (the Face of God), Uriel (the Light of God), Raphael (the Healing of God) and even Gabriel (the hero, or even body of God).

What do we Brothers represent? Do we simply represent our own wills, our own desires and our own passions?

As Freemasons we men are taught to 'learn to subdue' our passions. In fact, throughout our rituals and obligations we are cast into a singular image, and as the rough ashlar is too are we. What is that image we strive toward? What is a perfect ashlar?

There is Life in this Universe and we are a part of it. To serve ourselves alone is to make a cancer of oneself and to only feed upon that greater whole we are all so truly invested in. Through our service to that which is Greater than ourselves and through our works, we become the face and the healing; and we become the body and, indeed, the Light.

We Freemasons know our working tools so well. But do we know that we are working tools as well?

Time will lead us all along a treacherous path. We will face first one Ruffian and then another. It is Death, the third Ruffian, who awaits us on that path. He will ask you for the sum of your works. But the worthy will have nothing to impart to him. For in the Master, the works are complete.

The Secret is not buried and it is nowhere Lost...for it is Realized.


The Relevant Mason said...

I really enjoyed that. Excellent work. Thank you.

Freestyle said...

Thank you!

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