Everything and the Space Between

Photo by Casey Horner on Unsplash

The space between wingbeats

carries the sparrow

through the air.

The space between notes

carries the music

to our ear.

The space between words

carries the meaning

to our heart.

The space between breaths

carries us

into the next.

The space between us

carries

possibility.

The space between now and forever

ceases to exist

in the present,

that moment before

the cosmos explodes

becoming everything

and the space between.

© 2019 Joanne Young Elliott

A Little Rain Must Fall

Photo by Issara Willenskomer

Rain on dry earth.

Scent released.

All that has waited

wafts into air.

Ground is pelted

prepared.

The dormant

begins to move.

Soil loosened

seed breaks open.

Life stirs

beneath the surface.

She will emerge

break through

this life. Rise

into the light.

©2019 Joanne Young Elliott

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