Table of Contents

Ted Berry
  1. A Charge to the New Entered Apprentice
  2. A Riddle: Neither Did I So Receive It
  3. Something Lost
  4. Masonic Industry
  5. Seven by Three
  6. The Festive Board
  7. Poems in Haiku files:
  8. The Three Degrees in Haiku: The Hoodwink, Inside, and Darkness Again
  9. Gone
  10. Lesser Lights
  11. Rational Mystics
  12. Poems in Tetractys files:
  13. Expansions
  14. Existances
  15. The Tetractys 'G'
  16. Completely
  17. Some non-Masonic poems:
  18. Death Comes
  19. Nothing To Teach
  20. This Leaf
  21. -----------------
  22. Who is Ted Berry

A Charge to the New Entered Apprentice

On being brought to light,
I just thought I might
Tell you
Something I think you ought to know.

There are secrets that we mention,
But we really have no intention
Of telling you
Anything just because you want to know.

Those secrets we discuss
Are in the hearts of each of us.
Yet we might still tell you
Nothing of what you want to know.

These secrets you may learn
When our trust you truly earn.
And then will we tell you
Everything you want to know.

June 2000

Brother Berry is at it again! A riddle for the Craft. Hint: See the first words...

A Riddle: Neither Did I So Receive It

I sometimes wonder,
“Did our Ancient Brethren
Not have the True Word?”
So with the asking, I begin to
Receive an answer.
It comes not at once, yet
Neither does it take too long.
Can you call a lifetime long?
I think not.
So, when I have an answer, I will
It to you, if I can.

December 2000

Brother Ted keeps challenging us. . . and this piece is no exception!

Something Lost

I lost
Something the other day.
(Or perhaps I just misplaced it.)
It was something I thought
Everyone had.
But it appears that I was mistaken,
Because as I ask around,
I am certain
No one else has it either.

It seems quite a shame,
Because what I lost
Was pretty valuable.
(Or at least so I thought.)
But now that it is gone,
I can’t really recall
Quite what it was.

Here I am
Looking for this thing
That I lost.
(And you don’t appear to have it either.)
Maybe if we look together,
We will have better luck
Finding it.

Masonic Industry

Look at the Beehive and Ark
And what do you see?
Two emblems, most eloquent,
Of industry.

These emblems and others,
They speak to us still
And they tell us
Most surely to enact our Will.

The Beehive suggests
That we should labor together
In the Sun and the Rain
And all types of weather.

Subdue your passions.
Do work that’s your own.
Don’t sit doing nothing,
Like a worthless old drone.

The Ark has a lesson
That is important for you.
Complete all your work
Before it is due.

Symbols of industry
Dear and sublime
Gently remind us
To use well our time.

February 2001

Seven by Three

Wisdom, Beauty, Strength:
Measured by height and width and length.

Brotherly Love, Relief, Truth:
From Age, from Manhood, from Youth.

Charity, Hope, Faith:
Which extends beyond the grave?

South, East, West:
Who works and agrees is best.

Plumb, Level, Square:
Spread the Light everywhere

Holy Bible, Square and Compasses:
Teach the Highest Lessons to each of us.

Friendship, Morality, Brotherly Love:
We prepare the Celestial Lodge above.

May 2000

The Festive Board

The meeting is done
It’s time for fun.
Let’s go up to the Festive Board.

The Stewards serve food
It livens the mood
Up at the Festive Board

Good feelings are nigh
Master’s glass is raised high
Up at the Festive Board.

The voices roared
The hearts soared
Up at the Festive Board.

The songs ring true
And time shared with you
Up at the Festive Board

The toasts were grand
Hand held in hand
Up at the Festive Board

October 2001, revised July 2004

These next three are poems Bro.·. Berry has asked to have included on his webpage here. They are nice poems, but I failed to see anything Masonic about them, so I've put them at the end. These were all written sometime before September 2007.

Death Comes

Death comes
at unexpected times.
It pounces from behind
shadows on the ground.
It shrieks from the sky
with bared talons.

Nothing To Teach

You have nothing to teach me;
I refuse to listen.
You have nothing to teach me;
You don’t understand my mission.

I have nothing to teach you.
I wish you’d go away.
I have nothing to teach you
So why do you stay?

There is nothing I can give you;
I have nothing left.
There is nothing I can give you;
They’ve taken all the rest.

There is nothing more I can learn;
That is clear to me now.
There is nothing more I can learn;
I think I have forgotten how.

There is no one left to teach;
Neither me, nor you;
There is no one left to teach
I think I’ll just go do.

This Leaf

I could smell the earth
as I picked up the leaf
from the ground.
The soil crumbled in my hands.

The veins of this leaf
once brought life to the tree,
fueling the alchemy by which the
Sun becomes a brown tower
topped with green.

Life grows in that tower.
Every branch provides lodging,
every knot hole, a bedroom chamber.

This leaf,
which drifted down so slowly
and gently to the ground
began as a seedling.
Yet, the seedling knew how
to make this leaf
green and supple and life-giving.

Why did the tree discard
this precious ornament?
Why would the tree
expend the energy
to create a replacement
each spring?

It is all part of the tree’s cycle.
Cycles, of course,
of birth and living
and death are commonplace.

Birth and death are but a moment.
Life is the many moments
betwixt the two.
Each lived out one at a time —
then Now,
then Now.
Just like this tree —
breathing through one leaf at a time.

But when the tree can no longer
breathe and drink and live
through this leaf,
the leaf is discarded.

Human hearts are
made of stronger stuff than that.
They have to be.
Through all the years and seasons
we have but that one heart,
We don’t get to molt our heart
in the autumn
only to grow a new one
in the spring.

The dried, brown leaf
in my hand is fragile.
Is a heart any less so?

Edward A. "Ted" Berry

Benjamin B. French Lodge #15, Washington, DC
Eastern Star Lodge, Rehoboth, Mass.
32° Orient of Washington, DC
Member Philalethes Society

Second Vice President - Wealth Management
Certified Investment Management Analyst
The Georgetown Group
Smith Barney
1747 Pennsylvania Avenue NW
Washington, DC 20006

Brother Berry writes, "It seems that each time I visit your website, I get inspired to write a poem. ... I think poetry is the perfect medium for deep Masonic expression."

More creations by Ted can be found in the Tetractys and Haiku collections.