Post by lauderdale on Jul 22, 2009 21:43:47 GMT
Today I attended the funeral of a Brother Freemason who was called to the Grand Lodge Eternal just over a week ago now.
He did not wish a Church Service but the Worshipful Master of his Lodge conducted a very moving Memorial to him. The Crematorium Chapel was crowded with standing room only and he surely lived respected and died regretted.
One of the readings was this lovely little poem, which the deceased Brother had requested. It is not a Masonic poem but it had a moving effect on me and I feel contains points upon we should all ponder.
“I read of a man who stood to speak at the funeral of a friend. He referred to the dates on his tombstone, from the beginning to the end.
He noted that first came the date of his birth, and spoke of the following date with tears, but he said what mattered most of all was the dash between those years.
For the dash represented all the time that he spent alive on Earth, and now only those who love him know what that little line is worth.
For it matters not how much we own, the cars, the house, the cash. What matters is how we live and love, and how we spend our dash.
So think about this long and hard , are there things you’d like to change? For you never know how much time is left, that can still be arranged.
So when your eulogy is read, with your life’s actions to rehash. Would you be proud of the things they say, about how you spent your dash?”
Unfortunately I do not know the author but I salute him or her, and stand in reverence to the memory of the Brother we buried today.
He did not wish a Church Service but the Worshipful Master of his Lodge conducted a very moving Memorial to him. The Crematorium Chapel was crowded with standing room only and he surely lived respected and died regretted.
One of the readings was this lovely little poem, which the deceased Brother had requested. It is not a Masonic poem but it had a moving effect on me and I feel contains points upon we should all ponder.
The Dash
“I read of a man who stood to speak at the funeral of a friend. He referred to the dates on his tombstone, from the beginning to the end.
He noted that first came the date of his birth, and spoke of the following date with tears, but he said what mattered most of all was the dash between those years.
For the dash represented all the time that he spent alive on Earth, and now only those who love him know what that little line is worth.
For it matters not how much we own, the cars, the house, the cash. What matters is how we live and love, and how we spend our dash.
So think about this long and hard , are there things you’d like to change? For you never know how much time is left, that can still be arranged.
So when your eulogy is read, with your life’s actions to rehash. Would you be proud of the things they say, about how you spent your dash?”
Unfortunately I do not know the author but I salute him or her, and stand in reverence to the memory of the Brother we buried today.
