And there is feasting!
The slaves go out to call the guests:
Come, come, to the wedding feast of the Son!
The guests hold back.
They have fields to examine, work to do,
slaves to maim and kill…
Villages burn, opportunities lost.
The calls goes out to all who’d hear:
Bring in the beggars and the lame. Come, come, to the feast!
And there is feasting.
The guests ripple with joy. Yet all
must enter clothed by the Son.