Past Master
In the Masonic lodge, a legacy unfolds,
Where past masters' wisdom, a treasure holds,
Their guidance, a beacon, in secrets untold,
As history's mosaic, in symbols molds.

Each gavel's strike, a chapter in time,
Their labor, a foundation, so divine,
For active past masters, a duty, a climb,
To preserve the craft in its prime.

In aprons and jewels, they've walked the square,
Their whispers of light, a Masonic affair,
A mosaic woven with secrets to bear,
In their active service, a legacy rare.

So let us, as brethren, the past's torch carry,
In the Masonic journey, steadfast and wary,
For active past masters, our lodges' emissary,
Preserve the craft's spirit, forever legendary.