Life Continues for Roger Allen Baut (April 25, 1946 - November 4, 2018)

Photo by Roger Allen Baut

I imagine you now

a breeze through the trees

you once photographed.

I imagine you now

the air through which

the music you loved vibrates.

I imagine you now

as the breath on which

we speak your name.

I imagine you.

What is remembered lives.

©2019 Joanne Young Elliott

  

*After I wrote this poem I found the words below on Roger’s Facebook page. The photo above was with those words.

Remember me,

Remember me,

Through all of your eternity,

That I was one,

Who in the Sun

Called to you

Through the rain...

© 2018 Roger Allen Baut

                                               Music in video is Life by Ludovico Einaudi

*Roger liked to put photos, words and music together. This blend is for him.
You can find some of his work here: http://chasingtao.blogspot.com/

His obituary: http://temrowski.tributes.com/obituary/show/Roger-Allen-Baut-106559728

Humming Bird

Photo by Nathan Anderson on Unsplash

The buzz of blowers

impacts my morning,

my mind. And then

the humming birds

come. Rise to my

window and into my

awareness. Their

humming so quiet

it reaches beyond

the roar into some

eternal moment.
 
© 2019 Joanne Young Elliott

Our Heart Our Mother (For Our Lady or Notre Dame)

Photo by bogitw on pixabay

Our Lady of Paris, icon and soul of a city

we believe we’ll always have.

Flames flicker across screens, across borders

across religions and as always

you are full of grace as nearly a thousand years

of prayers are released.

Smoke rises and lingers over this moment

like incense awaiting more requests.

You were here before cathedrals rose in the

river of our imagination.

You were here before rose windows and spires

that reached into sky.

And still, you are here. You are here, always

our heart, our mother.

© April 15, 2019 Joanne Young Elliott

The Offering

Photo by Free-Photos on pixabay

I gaze into the distance,

beyond palm fronds waving in the warm breeze

beyond the valley floor covered in smog

beyond even the mountains

rising in the distance,

snowcapped and cold

beyond the day and night of it

beyond earth and sky

beyond the moon, the sun, the stars

beyond swirling galaxies and the mystery

of imploding and exploding stars,

dust most brilliant.

Beyond all this,

I realize the offering is

me

you

us

this

and with every breath I serve.

© 2019 Joanne Young Elliott

Butterfly, Butterfly

Photo by OlinEJ on pixabay

Before me you flutter by.

Again and again I see you.

In a blur of painted wings

and spring energy you rise.

It is as if by magic you have

multiplied, become millions

hovering over the land that has

become sun once again.

Weeks upon weeks of rain

have nourished broken ground,

brought forth wild blooms.

Deserted land has risen in

bouquets of petals and wings.

I turn and turn in fields of

flowers as I walk down the

street in a dream of butterflies.

©2019 Joanne Young Elliott