Sacrifice

I feel a heart which beats
unstilled in contours of this
land – the heart you gave
so fervently with tireless
love to flowers and trees

you breathed upon it
providence, a promise
deigned with consequence
of solid guarantees, why
did you have to leave?

birds still sing in praise
of thee, symbolically
each day a flight of
three majestic crows
upraise your eyes
above the leafy rows

I feel your heart which
beats unstilled although
the pain is clear – am I
a sacrifice you need to
have it disappear...
© 17 December 2008, I. D. Carswell

painting by Peter Watt