
The Invitation
In the grand ballroom of existence,
The King extends His invitation,
A celestial soirée—an eternal feast,
Where stars twirl and galaxies waltz.

I. The Guest List
The heralds traverse cosmic realms,
Their voices echoing through nebulae,
“Come forth, you wanderers, you seekers,
For the banquet awaits—the Kingdom’s embrace.”
II. The Wide Archways
The doors swing open—a threshold to eternity,
And multitudes stream in, their hearts alight.
They wear mortal robes, yet their souls shimmer,
Drawn by the promise of celestial communion.

III. The Chosen Garments
But within this throng, a subtle shift occurs,
A sifting of souls, like wheat from chaff.
The King’s gaze discerns beyond mortal veils,
Seeking hearts aflame with devotion.
IV. The Refiner’s Fire
He tests them—the chosen—by fire and trial,
Their faith tempered, their love unyielding.
For many wear the mantle of invitation,
Yet few bear the weight of consecration.
V. The Wedding Feast
And when the celestial clock strikes midnight,
The doors close—the banquet begins.
The chosen ones, their garments radiant,
Sit at the King’s table, eyes fixed on eternity.

VI. The Paradox
Why this divine selectivity? The paradox:
The King’s call echoes to all corners of creation,
Yet only a remnant, a whispered few,
Will dine on ambrosial truth and cosmic grace.
VII. The Cosmic Riddle
Perhaps the answer lies in the heart’s surrender,
In the willingness to shed earthly attachments,
To dance with stars, sip from the cup of sacrifice,
And become vessels of light in the banquet hall.
May we heed the call, dear traveler,
And strive to be among the chosen,
For the feast awaits—the eternal communion,
Where time dissolves, and love reigns supreme.
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