Part One
As night fell and the light glittered in the great house, the servants stood at the massive door awaiting the coming of the guests; and upon their velvet garments shown golden buttons.
The magnificent carriages drew into the palace park and the nobles entered, dressed in gorgeous raiment and decorated with jewels. The instruments filled the air with pleasant melodies while the dignitaries danced to the soothing music.
At midnight the finest and most palatable foods were served on a beautiful table embellished with all kinds of the rarest flowers. The feasters dined and drank abundantly, until the sequence of the wine began to play its part. At dawn the throng dispersed boisterously, after spending a long night of intoxication and gluttony which hurried their worn bodies into their deep beds with unnatural sleep.
Part Two
At eventide, a man attired in the dress of heavy work stood before the door of his small house and knocked at the door. As it opened, he entered and greeted the occupants in a cheerful manner, and then sat between his children who were playing at the fireplace. In a short time, his wife had the meal prepared and they sat at a wooden table consuming their food. After eating they gathered around the oil lamp and talked of the day's events. When the early night had lapsed, all stood silently and surrendered themselves to the King of Slumber with a song of praise and a prayer of gratitude on their lips.
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A powerful message here, it is like a parable. How those rich people could dine and wine but sleep "unnaturally" compared to the family in that small hut, who has graciously thanked God then slept peacefully.
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Nice tale of two dinners. The Bush administration (43) could have used a poet such as Kahil to attend the state dinners and write about them.
Then festive barbeque suace was applied to the cow roasting on a spit. whatever...
The homeless added some water to a pack of Raman noodles....etc.
Kahil had a flair for describing oppulence that would perhaps have been bipartisan if the market was right. I suppose President Clinton must have feasted Hollywood's elite on special hogs with spiced apples more than once or twice. -
At midnight the finest and most palatable foods were served on a beautiful table embellished with all kinds of the rarest flowers. The feasters dined and drank abundantly, until the sequence of the wine began to play its part. At dawn the throng dispersed boisterously, after spending a long night of intoxication and gluttony which hurried their worn bodies into their deep beds with unnatural sleep.
That paragraph is just SO descriptive, it paints such a lovely picture!
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