The feast after rapture Happy to be at the very best of houses where the people dine With the very best of eatables Hmmm, my ribs are boiling, I smell drift through the house Sage, basil, curry, thyme, my mind conceive thoughts With wine-glasses delicately poised All smiles, laughter with domination The warmth of friendship fills the room Yes, the motive behind it is joy No matter what the case may be, We may live without poetry, music and art, We may live without conscience, We may live without friends We may live without books But civilized men can’t live without cooks What knowledge but grieving is a book? What is hope but deceiving is faith? What is passion but pining Then my mind was strucked How will It feel? To be gathered like dis in the golden city Where spoons are made of sapphire And cups made in platinum To be assembled with light and dark skinned casualties Individuals representing the countries of this planet Gathered, wondering, deranged Round about the ancient table With the wise man who fringely unveil his identity And takes himself away enstranged He has been lonely till today But his tears of remembrance do not linger Tales of special circumstances came alike Incomplete without all family members Just yesterday Everyone sitting @ this table was broken Now each part of their precious body was restored The trumpet sound, the angels sing The feast. Is ready to begin Heaven’s gate open wide The prince is welcomed Tables are landed with good things Oh, taste the peace and joy he’ll bring He’ll fill Ɣ☺U̶̲̥̅̊я heart with love divine He’ll turn Ɣ☺U̶̲̥̅̊я water into wine. The hungry eats till satisfaction The poor offered paradise, O ye on heaven and earth applaud The amazing goodness of the lord Sing with thanksfulness of so pure delight Come and take place in welcoming the light Take Ɣ☺U̶̲̥̅̊я place @ the table of the king The feast is ready to begin.
Posted on: Tue, 10 Sep 2013 06:53:59 +0000
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