Set The Captives Free Poem by Patricia Kelley

She looked at me with her sad broken ice cold blue eyes.
A child that was once chained to a thick tall tree,
Forced to eat dog food,
Here she stoically still stood.
Gently pushing her blond hair from her thin chiseled narrow face,
She was of Caucasian race.
I could tell she wasn’t sure of her new place.
I could see her nervous mind race.
For now she was free,
But still a prisoner of the past,
Her soul finally cried out at last.
As her cleaning tears flowed,
She showed.
Pure bravery,
Talking about her past,
She was once in shackled bondage,
Chained to a tree,
Her emotions shut off.
Her world cut off.
Now she was set free!
Free at last,
To run free, barefoot in the thick soft lush green grass feeling it tickling her toes,
Free to wake up in the morning not feeling the chains grow tighter.
Her world now lighter!

By, Patricia Kriegel-Kelley

Isaiah 61:
The Spirit of the Sovereign LORD is on me,
because the LORD has anointed me
to proclaim good news to the poor.
He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted,
to proclaim freedom for the captives
and release from darkness for the prisoners
Isaiah 42: 7
to open eyes that are blind,
to free captives from prison
and to release from the dungeon those who sit in darkness.