In search of light, the traveler roams,
Through winding paths and distant homes.
His compass true, his heart aflame,
Seeking wisdom, free from blame.
Through valleys deep and mountains high,
He journeys on beneath the sky.
Each step he takes, a lesson learned,
As secrets ancient, he discerned.
A builder of souls, he lays his stone,
In temples vast, yet not alone.
For brothers true, in bonds of trust,
Guide his hand, through dust and rust.
In the Lodge of life, he finds his kin,
Bound by ties that lie within.
The traveling man, forever free,
In search of truth, and eternally….
—Bro. Lance B.
