Mason's Mansion

The thorns that prickle

The leaves that tickle 

The flowers that smile 

The summer that sweats

The rain that drizzles

The winter that chills

The autumn that dews

The spring that sprinkles 

The brook that gurgles

The rivulet that struggles

The river that flows by cities and pastures

The sea that roars and shallows the rivers

The breeze that pleases and sieges all souls

The storm that deforms and disturbs whole

All your creations and creatures all.

The stones that make me stumble 

Crawl and cripple, fall and fumble;

They who befriend, second and defend;

They who de-friend, pretend;

Those who devise and design troubles;

Those who are good Samaritans' parables,

All your designs and patterns,

You are errorless patron paragon.

You are a maker of makers.

Some sneak out of order

But you keep them in a border.

You make, build, create and repair

Unquestionable flawless master.

The temples and mansions made by masons

May come in shambles and rumbles

But a human, well built by you, Supreme Mason! Never ever crumbles.

He and you and I

All are Mason's mansion.