Party of the Night

 I see them

With sparkling spoons, forks and plates.

Shimmering wines,

Dazzling candlelight,

Glassy tables with the savory feast.

They wear elegance-

Embroidered garments,

Glass shoes

Dancing with splendid music

And they enjoyed there

Just behind the ornate walls

Of the diamond castle.

With these I say-

With these, they must have a party.

But I-

With rusted spoons and forks

And shattered plates,

Weakened beer

And the worn-out gas lamp,

With the barren soul

And my ragged clothes,

The chanting wind chimes,

The rotten fruit,

With these I say-

With these, I can have a party.

The stars

Would smile with me,

The wind

Would whisper to me,

The burning coals would give me warmth,

The faded blanket would give relief.

And the dark sky

Would prosper the night,

The clutter

Would watch me through.

This cat would slumber with me,

The cricket would sing the lullaby.

With these I say-

With these, I can have a party.

And I have-

Pages of the Holy Bible

To feed my soul,

A sincere prayer

To guide me through the night.

And accompanied by a Friend-

A Mighty Savior,

A Healer,

The Living God

To dance with ‘till dawn.

With these I say,

With these, I have a party.