Surveying the large and burdensome Masonic Holy Bible Given to you decades ago As a Brother of the Fraternity, Left behind upon your death,
Amazed at the excellent condition Of the text; the presentation And family record pages blank...
One would think this a token volume Meant only for in-home display Until finding, scattered throughout And clinging near the spine, Dried and preserved clovers from Distant summer days.
Four-leaf clovers, a couple hundred or more, Gathered over the years from fields, Hillsides numberless, and pressed Into the arms of kings David and Solomon, Mingled with Isaiah's prophecies and Seeded about the Sermon on the Mount - The great tome laced with leaves Of discovery, welcome surprise, safekeeping.
Some may believe this a misuse Of a sacred text, but perhaps It is a testament to your disposition That an oversized and weighty Holy Bible Was made a repository of so many Little verdant flags of good fortune.