Poems by Brent M. Jones

Butterflies are Light

A butterfly chooses where to land.
Bringing light and beauty on its wings.
Light sitting, like a sunbeam.
Choosing when to leave

Help me, Lord

Memory fills the night. Help make my pain and memories light. In your arms, I find comfort. Please guide me in my days. Help me, Lord, this night.

The Trip

Challenge and wonder are along your path.

Each day, a new turn will attract what you ask.

Others may seek the beauty of your trail.

Focus on your journey and leave the destination for last.