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Poems of W\ Donald E. Weisse, Sr. 33°
The Sea Captain
I've sailed my ship for many a day
Across the stormy sea;
Many a ruffian I have carried
and never refused but three.
They met me on a summer day
And saw my gallant ship,
And sought a passage to the other side
Upon a hurried trip,
They offered all the dough they had,
Mixed with a little sass;
Which made me kind of hesitate
And I asked them for a pass.
They deemed a pass unnecessary
For men of their degree,
And insisted that I take my ship
And sail it out to sea.
An old man who was standing by
Noted what they said,
Saw them kick me in the ribs
And strike me on the head.
He heard them say they'd steal the boat
And put it out to sea,
And sail away to the other side
To some strange country.
But now the coward of the bunch
The one you'd think was brave,
Suggested that they turn again
And hide in a mountain cave.
And as the day went slowly by,
I heard the truth in time,
I found that they were murderers
And guilty of a crime.
So, as I sail my sturdy ship
Until my life has ceased,
I know not who my friends may be
Unless they've traveled East.
The Trestleboard
Twelve high is the hour they tell
When we call the Craft from their labors
A time to meditate well.
Look into your sanctum sanctorum
That place there beyond your mind
Where on the trestleboard of your soul
Your life has made its design.
Is it really a beautiful picture?
Are its lines and angles all true?
Does it show the life you are living?
Are you proud of the picture you drew?
If you had the chance, would you change it?
By the better deeds to be done,
Through applying the lessons taught you
By the square, the compass, and plumb?
This road we travel, my brother,
Is one way, to the east from the west.
Therefore, the designs on your trestleboard
Should never be less than your best.
So when the Supreme Architect greets you
Your trestleboard in his hand,
You can stand there just and upright
As a Mason and as a man.
About the Author
W\ Donald Weisse, Sr. (....-2001) was a Past Master of Orinda Lodge. [Insert more information about his Masonic career.] He held the 33\ Honorary in the Ancient and Accepted Scottish Rite, S\J\, and was active in the Oakland Valley thereof.
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