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.