The invitations have all been sent out. I spent what seemed like a millennium addressing them. No one could be missed. A seat will be provided for anyone that comes. My couriers have been charged with delivering each and every invitation in person. This is an awesome assignment for them but they are honored to do it. It is imperative that all receive their invitation without delay.
I have created a feast. Only the best and most succulent fare will be served. Nothing is too good for my guests. I am a chef, too. All of the food will be specially prepared by me. Nothing will be left to chance, even down to the refreshment. My son is making the wine. His grapes are the finest. The bouquet of his red wine is earthy and sweet. Why, the wedding guests at his first function couldn’t stop talking about it!
The banquet room I have chosen is fit for the most distinguished of kings. In fact, it could be thought of as a palace within a palace. The windows are adorned with curtains of the finest purple and gold silk. The adornments are tied back with the thickest ropes of spun gold in order to let the “natural” light in. The walls are covered with tapestries of crimson and royal blue interwoven with diamonds, emeralds, rubies, pearls, and amethysts. Persian rugs are like beggars rags compared to the floor coverings that I have provided. The hue is deeper than the deepest blue of any ocean on earth. My guests will feel as if they are walking on air.
I wanted the banquet table to be perfect. The white tablecloth is one hundred percent pure silk with hand stitched embroidered lace trimmings. Each white silk napkin has been embroidered with the name of every one of my guests. Once again, all of the work was done by hand with great attention to detail. No loose threads can be found anywhere on the napkins or the tablecloth.
The table accents have been carefully chosen. Flawless porcelain vases have been evenly spaced along the length of the entire table. White lilies and red roses along with ornamental baby’s breath fill alternating vases. The silver candlesticks were forged in my own smithy. Every candle gracing the table was made by me. I fashioned them to give light forever. How? To learn that, one has to be present for dinner. Only then will all of my secrets be revealed.
Each individual place setting gave me great joy to put on the table. This is normally a servant’s job anywhere on earth, but here, I wanted to do it myself. I thought about each of my guests as I arranged the silverware. On the right, a salad fork and a dinner fork for each of them. On the right, a knife and dessert spoon for them as well. A soup spoon placed at the top. Trimmed in gold, each china plate is shaped like the petals of a flower-one placed on top of another and the small soup bowl on top of them all. When you look down on the settings from overhead, each resembles a full-bloomed rose.
The finest glassblower in the known universe created the wine and water goblets. The glass is virtually indestructible. It has to be. My guests and I will be celebrating for what may seem to some like an eternity. That is a lot of toasts announced by the fork against the goblet! My goblet will be the largest, for I must fill them all.
There will be golden bowls filled with unblemished apples, sweet grapes, juicy figs, and dates. These are appetizers for my early guests to enjoy until everyone has arrived. Each guest will be attended by one of my servant’s. I trust them to do an exemplary job. They all know my will.
When my guests respond, I let them know that all is ready. So far only a fraction of those on the guest list have called. Some have sent word that they had previous engagements. Some have tried to send others in their staid. All must respond either “Yea” or “Nay”. Hopefully all will decide to come before I close the gates to the palace.
Sadly, I know that some will choose to stay outside no matter how much I plead with them. I have explained in my invitation all of the wonders that await my honored guests. But, alas, either they won’t believe me or they will wait to see if their friends decide to come. I already know what will happen. I will hear their cries at my gate after my guests and I have retired for the evening. They will shake the gate and try to climb over. For all of their efforts, they will not be able to get in after the doors are locked. I will weep for them.
Didn’t I tell you? Once you accept the invitation to dinner, lodgings are provided for the length of your stay. It’s all in the invitation. Please read carefully. I don’t want you to miss a thing. Knowing all of this, will you accept my invitation to dine?
“And before him shall be gathered all nations: and he shall separate them one from another, as a shepherd divideth his sheep from the goats:” St. Matthew 25:32(KJV)
Garnet, I really enjoyed the richness of the description of the banquet. As a reader, I certainly got the feeling that no expense had been spared for the comfort and enjoyment of these guests. I do think that the last paragraph is unnecessary (people get the message without it) and detracts from the power of the piece. I would end this with the sentence that said something like "Will you accept my invitation to dine?" Blessings.