It's with a sad heart I heard about Stacy Wain someone I knew quite well online & in person. I know how it may sound and not meant in any way. Ever since becoming a Mason of Monroe Lodge 27 F&AM I have been to too many funerals over the past 2 years. I feel as if I have been to about 40 in these past few years. It just isn't right to be cut down in prime. An old man going a lone highway, Came, at the evening cold and gray, To a chasm vast and deep and wide. Through which was flowing a sullen tide They n crossed in the twilight dim, The sullen stream had no fear for them; But he turned when safe on the other side And built a bridge to span the tide. “Old man,” said a fellow pilgrim near, “You are wasting your strength with building here; Your journey will end with the ending day, You never again will pass this way; You’ve crossed the chasm, deep and wide, Why build this bridge at evening tide?” The builder lifted his old gray head; “Good friend, in the path I have come,” he said, “There followed after me to-day A youth whose feet must pass this way. This chasm that has been as naught to me To that fair-haired youth may a pitfall be; They, too, must cross in the twilight dim; Good friend, I am building this bridge for them!”
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