A Trail of Flowers: The Feast of Saint Elizabeth of Hungary

Two Alike

What happiness a friend, a fellow kind,
whose gentle hands attend a heart entwined,
for, long as loving likens two,
they consummate a life anew,
aligned;

but none may know the ties, when so profane,
and none, with open eyes, will ascertain
the bond, invisible, but true,
that suffering cannot subdue,nor strain;

and so, this holy whole, incorporate
and incorporeal, is our oblate,to lift an everlasting hue
for treasures that we hold and do
await.

--Cartesian Quies ( Read more excellent poems @ http://quietcartesian.blogspot.com/)