A poetic friend, Michelle Hartman wrote this poem .

Friday night's installation was her first experience with open Masonic Ceremony. So impressed by the evening, she went away and wrote this beautiful poem to paper.

Words like these may not make a deep impression with a lot of folks today, but as time immemorial, the future will 
gain a perception of knowledge about the impression her unique experience shared.  
Indeed an honor to receive,

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By Michelle Hartman - July 22, 2010

The Installation

Called one at a time men enter the chamber
dress-suits a juxtaposition
to thick metal regalia
passed down from a beginning lost in time

If it had been the 17th century
these men dressed in robes
bright colors, finely woven
would sit on thrones indicating directions
the women around the room
maidens, princesses and queens
metal symbols forged by hand
book of wisdom drawn by monks

If this had been the Scotland
of Reformation these men
would be risking all to meet
flying cavalier in the face of society’s norms
opposed to intellectual and political suppression

If there had been just one
in need they would have gathered
one lost in wilderness
would be found, one that could not
comprehend would be enlightened

If only this were an inner sanctum
long since stripped from memory

those present would be men of depth
and look upon them
would be to see eternity
But it is now and that is what they are

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