Bro. Stephen Wall reflects on his journey in Freemasonry, drawing inspiration from Rudyard Kipling's poem "The Mother Lodge." He recounts a formative experience from his youth, where he observed the camaraderie among men of diverse backgrounds, united by their Masonic bonds. Wall emphasizes the significance of brotherhood that transcends societal divisions, illustrating this through a personal anecdote involving a Jewish patient and his visitors, whom he referred to as "brothers." This experience deepens Wall's appreciation for the Masonic principles of brotherly love, relief, and truth, which he believes are essential yet lacking in contemporary society. He expresses pride in being part of a tradition that fosters unity among men of different ethnicities and beliefs, highlighting the importance of these values in creating a supportive community. The document serves as a personal testament to the transformative power of Masonic fellowship and its relevance in today's world.
Bro Stephen Wall
December 17th, 2025
March 4th, 2026
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Paper 38/2007
Title Mother Lodge
Author Bro Stephen Wall – United Kingdom
I have only been a mason for a short time and indeed have yet to be raised. However in a tranquil
moment I started wondering where my journey had begun.
After thinking long and hard, I quite clearly remembered being in school at age 15 and completing two
assignments. One was a potted history on the causes of WW1 the other a book report of a collection
of famous British poems it was whilst looking through the poetry book that I came across a poem
entitled the mother lodge by Rudyard Kipling.
Obviously I had no idea to what Kipling was alluding to with regards to lodge references but it struck
me that here were a group of men in a corner of the British empire that in total contrast to their faith,
position in society or nationality they appeared to enjoy and revel in each others company and made
the best of what they had, even to the extent that they had no meals “lest a brothers caste was broke”
Years later, after I had become a nurse, a Jewish gentleman was admitted to my ward. Whilst
completing his nursing notes I asked him of his next of kin. He replied that he had no family.
However over the course of three weeks many gentlemen of differing backgrounds came to visit
bringing a wealth of provisions reading items and c onvivial chat and, most often, chocolate for the
nurses! When I asked him who all these men were he answered “they are my brothers”. I then said
“how can that be one was Asian, one a Jew one old and one young”? He then gave me the following
advice “not every man who I call brother will call my mother, mother………but I break bread with
them and meet them on the level and leave them on the square and they are my brothers in life”.
This obviously left me a little confused.
It was only after I became a mason that I remembered Kipling’s poem and reread it again. Straight
away the old gentleman I looked after came to mind and everything fell into place.
I feel honoured to be part of tradition that can bring strangers of different backgrounds, ethnicity and
creeds together on a regular basis. But I am more humbled that I am part of a tradition that lets me
call these men brothers and allows me to be theirs.
I believe that there is a crucially element missing in society today and that thing is the basis on which
Masonry is built - Brotherly love, relief and truth.