Donka Kristeva

Freedom

I write thoughts God gives me along my spiritual journey. To me this journey is the most challenging but also the most exciting one can ever undertake. I hope my poetry would inspire, encourage and give hope and insights to readers.






Imprisoned in grim cell
of dark, cement wall,
in darkness compelled,
for freedom man calls.

The door opens, and here
in vast depth of space,
light crystal and clear
sheds gently its rays.

Down reaches from heaven
a voice tender and strong
instructing the heathen
to know right from wrong.

The man from the cell
heard Jesus' sweet voice,
his heavy chains fell
with a clattering noise.

Man trusted and followed
and knew no more fear,
the long cherished freedom
was finally here.

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