WHEN WE WEAR THE GLOVES

When we wear the gloves
A brother has gone from our midst
And sailed to golden shores.

When we wear the gloves
A friend has passed the final test
And walks through purple doors.

The circle has an empty place
A voice will raise no more
The songs of fellowship and love
Uplift forevermore
When we wear the gloves.

When we wear the gloves
A light goes from this earthly life
The visor closed again
Yet all the heavens open wide
To let a new star in.

When we wear the gloves
A brother leaves the chapter roles
And moves to other worlds
For when we say our last goodbye
He walks on streets of pearls.

When we wear the gloves.



Brother Carver A. Portlock

OE 5-52