Midnight in the pantry
You can extol your round of delights and laud the sound of popping corks in a setting where music is being played by an orchestra.
And while you may think that your post-opera supper was excellent,
But I'm sure that can't compare to the delight that's always been mine.
When I get to my tiny house, which is the source of my real joy, I wander about the pantry late at night.
When I arrive at my own estate after being out late for work or pleasure, it may be after midnight.
Even though I'm exhausted after my labor, I don't rush to bed because my inner man is hungry and has to be nourished.
Then, while I search the pantry for something tasty to eat, I experience a rush of glory from the top of my head to the bottom of my feet.
I frequently hear someone calling from above me, "Goodness gracious, come to bed!"
And I am aware that my overeager tread has disturbed her.
But I also found some bread and butter, some cold fried chicken, and a glass of jelly, so I respond, "When I'm through!"
Oh, when I arrive home late at night, our kitchen pantry better satisfies my cherished appetite than any café.
You may take pride in your brilliant silver, your linen and flowers, as well as the music, laughter, and shower lights that hang from the ceiling.
You may have your café table with its magnificent assortment, but while I'm heading home, I'm not charmed by it.
As I hanker after a snack, a greater thrill is waiting for me—just the joy of midnight pantry raiding.