Occasionally I am asked to officiate at a funeral for a Freemason.

These resources are useful for paying homage to them, their hard work and dedication to the craft.

Closing Ode

Now the evening shadows closing.

Warn from toil to peaceful rest;

Mystic arts and rights reposing

Sacred in each faithful breast.

 

God of Light, whose love unceasing

Doth to all Thy works extend,

Crown our Order with Thy blessing,

Build,-sustain us to the end.

 

Humbly now we bow before Thee,

Grateful for Thy aid divine;

Everlasting power and glory,

Mighty Architect! be Thine.

 

 

So mote it be

 

 

The Tyler’s Toast

Our work is done, our feast is o'er,

This toast must be the last.

Good night to all, once more, good night,

Again, that farewell strain,

Happy to meet, sorry to part, happy to meet again.

The Peppermint Men - Gladys Treacy

This poem was written by Mrs Gladys Treacy in 1986 for her Ladies' Evening

Gladys died in 2013.

Her husband has expressed the wish that the original version is published with Gladys' name clearly defined as the author.

He wrote " She is sadly missed and we would all love to think that her memory and prowess as a poet could live on."


"I’m going to be a Mason," said Sir, one day just after tea.
"It will only mean one evening out, once a month," said he.
One evening quickly led to two, followed by three or four.
And pretty soon I asked his name when he walked in the door.

He bought a jar of peppermints and he put them in a tin.
"I have to hand these round" he said, "or they wont let me in."
So now when friends come calling, and ask, "Oh Where is he then?"
I say, " You won't see him tonight, cos he’s with the Peppermint Men."

He dines out fairly often, superb meals, mostly roast.
While I just watch the goggle-box and eat my beans on toast.
A clean white shirt is needed, his gloves as white as snow.
His suit well brushed, his case in hand - I wish he’d hurry up and go!

He’s started talking to himself, I heard him in the den.
I think he’s going crackers and I blame the peppermint men!
"I’m going in the CHAIR," he said, " a position of renown."
That’s nice I thought, with his poor knees he’s better sitting down!

"I’ll be a Master of my Lodge, you ought to be impressed."
"I am dear; take the rubbish out as soon as you are dressed."
"You’ll have to make a speech you know, when it’s your Ladies Night."
I look at him in horror as fear replaced delight.

I scribbled through a pad or two, as I tried hard to think.
I threw away six ball point pens when they ran out of ink.
But now the evening has arrived, no words can really tell.

That it’s the best night of my life - I hope it’s yours as well.