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ABOUT ANDREA FLETCHER AND HER POEMS Andrea Fletcher writes form the United States of America. Her poems stand out for their spiritual appeal. They touch on the relationship we share with God and our fellow human beings. These poems point to all aspects of life and spirit. |
Poems by Andrea R.M. Fletcher |
ABOUT ANDREA FLETCHER AND HER POEMS Andrea Fletcher writes form the United States of America. Her poems stand out for their spiritual appeal. They touch on the relationship we share with God and our fellow human beings. These poems point to all aspects of life and spirit. |
Glory Vision I envision a paradise, surrounded by forest Green trees overlook the mountains, Light sparkles in the dark. I prayed, Is it possible Lord? Is this a vision? I asked. My weak, frail body lay still, From the hunger in the pit of my stomach, The pain runs deep, my legs were weak, Too weak to stand, and sit Weakness over came me, surrounded me, Took charge of me. I called upon the Lord, for strength, And reached out my hand for my bible, And opened it to, Psalms 18: 1-24. I read, I prayed, I cried out "O Lord, help me. Lord! Take me from the bottom less pit. Raise me up. Give me strength, dear Lord. You were there. You gave me a vision. You rescued me. My glory vision, came true. Thank you Lord." |
Love Love is an abundant... Rightful and powerful feeling. Of happiness and fulfillment. Love that is kind, and very strong. Love that is meek, and very weak. How does one separate the two? Answers can be found, Deep in the heart, Answers that words alone cannot explain. |
POEMS OF SOUL |
DREAM LIGHT Dream light, shine for me Dream light, do not distort Dream light, are you real? Must I follow? Guide me to the far, far, land. LET ME NOT LOSE IT Let me gain wisdom-- And I don't want to lose it Let me stand strong, tall and wise Let me not be a broken arrow, A broken sword, a broken dagger, Let me not wallow in despair Let me not lose it. The strongest part of my heart The strongest part of my will Let me not be a weakened soul, Left to whimper-- To shed deep tears down yonder stream Let me not fall, and lay down and weep Let me gain wisdom Let me not lose it. Let me over come obstacles Let me rise up to see the dawn of a new day Let me not sleep, let me shine among the great And let me be wise always Let me not lose it. |
PRETTY BUTTERFLY You have colors found in the rainbow. Red, green, yellow, blue, orange, violet Brilliant patterns throughout your wings That have shades of angelic colors. Who once had legs to crawl Turning into a cocoon, Finally sprouting wings to fly. Spread those wings and fly. Pretty butterfly, keep your shades Mother nature has made you that way. Go and meet your fellow winged creatures Many of whom are of different shades. Pretty butterfly, fly high above the flowers Now you can see that you have grown wings, So shall you fly. Pretty butterfly soar above the earth Until you have found your rightful path. |
WHO CARES LORD? Who cares Lord, when one is distressed? Who will take the distraction away? You, who said that you will be there to guide, And see one through, Do you care? Who cares if ones heart is broken down? I hear your voice from a far, You, Lord, is who cares. Who else will care, but you Lord? Lord, you said that you care. You care because you love. One cares because one loves. The greatest love is one from above. The greatest love, That which comes from the heart and soul. That?s what you give Lord. A love that is graceful, kind, and true. A love that?s spiritual and strong. Majestically and faithfully your love shines. You Lord, is who cares. |
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