Art and Promises

by Frank Hubeny

His promises He’s come to keep.
Deception’s seen through flashy art
as idols fall and drift apart.
Where demons dug delusions deep
the truth’s now clear. The liars weep.
Here comes the morning freshly made
as night departs and star lights fade.
It’s now we fully understand.
We are the bride. We take His hand.
Our ransom long ago was paid.

Ronovan Hester offers the rhyme word “art” to be used in a B-line of a décima having rhyme pattern ABBAACCDDC for this week’s challenge.

Eugenia offers the word “promises” for this week’s Thursday Prompt.

I am thinking of the last chapters of Revelation.


2 Comments to “Art and Promises”

  1. Beautiful! I love your line ‘here comes the morning freshly made’. It makes me believe the new year has promise of a new dawning. Thank you for joining in, Frank.

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