Worshipfull Master .

High onthe throne, the gavel

of power at hand, helooks upon his brethren,

while the organ sings, the candles flicker

in the shadows and light is beaming on the Pure Cubic.

Over his head iswatching the Allseeing Eye.

The Masterlooks at all, knows each heart

andeach name,the dispairs and hopes,

thehappiness and pains.

He speaks the word so that the darknessyields.

Butconvokingthe miracle ofthis unspokensecret

he knows himself powerless and

the least of his apprentices .

Betty