The Butterfly Artist

If I could paint with soul,
A piece of sky so bright.
I would put in lots of butterflies,
And put them into flight.

Off into the glowing rays of sun,
They would flit and flutter,
And one by one, floating toward the light.
Shimmering into silky white.

They'd dance all around me,
As if enjoying their day.
And sing a silent chorus,
Performing a ballet.

I'd set them in motion.
And send them high.
Like tiny little angels,
Winging toward the sky.

If I were an artist,
A butterfly artist I would be.
Giving God butterflies to enjoy,
Just as He has given them to me.

Rebecca Jones

Autumn

Autumn is upon us,

As leaves rearrange landscapes, 

And change mountain escapes, 

Into autumnal colors.

Reds, crimson, rust and gold.

God's handiwork to behold.

Bright and bold, beauty unfold.

Fall or autumn, crisp not cold.

And oh, the beautiful rainbow of colors,

God must have looked down and smiled.

And maybe, even laughed at purples,

Autumn has gone plum wild! 

Rebecca Jones

Love Note

I write you a line or two,

Just so you will hear,

The words from my heart,

As I hold you near.

You may be close by or a far away,

But your angel is beside me as I pray.

Read my note, and you will hear,

God whispering, I love you, in your ear.

Rebecca Jones