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Karl Constantine FOLKES 1935 (Portland)
I met you on the journey
in the middle of the path
where like Dante courting Beatrice
you gave me cause to pause.
To stop and ponder with you
the many joys of life:
How nature pours her blessings
on every single soul.
How Wisdom speaks with softness
and Knowledge walks with Grace.
And in those precious moments
we’ve learned of sadness too:
How Life and Death are partners.
How Lie disguises Truth.
How Pride mocks shy Humility.
How Anger battles Peace.
In the middle of the journey
we’ve talked of Love and Pain.
Of War and dismal Suffering.
Of Happiness and Peace.
We’ve praised the sky at sunrise
and hailed the moon at night.
We’ve danced the dance of lovers
and sung the song off dreams.
We’ve drunk the wine of sages
and boiled the bitter herbs.
We’ve bathed our skins in precious oils
and soaked our feet in myrrh.
We’ve chatted without ceasing.
And now we move again.
To face the path that lies ahead.
To weave the web of Life.
About this poem
This poem was written by Karl C. Folkes in 1991 as he reflected on his marriage of 29 years at the time to the love of his life, his Asian wife of Rangoon, Burma, whom he compared to Dante’s Beatrice, as providing him with the impetus and the passion to savor lessons learned on the journey of life.
Written on May 29, 1991
Submitted by karlcfolkes on September 15, 2021
Modified by karlcfolkes on May 30, 2024
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