A night at the wedding feast

I thought that heaven must be like a never-ending dinner party.
I imagined my dearest friends smiling and laughing and
knowing each other,
huddled together over an old wooden table
and an assortment of craft beer.
There was the lively chatter
of other huddles all around us,
And even though they were not in our huddle,
we knew them all, too.
And loved them.
And wished them well,
as well-wishers do.
There was a low light throughout the place,
a bright one over the table where we sat.
And everyone's eyes sparkled with starlight
And everyone's smile was authentic and warm.
And we laughed and laughed
and laughed
some more.
We talked of God and grace and gumption,
the salt and light of saints.
And when we had thoroughly delighted,
they came and joined us in that place.
We felt like they were celebrities,
and indeed, in truth, they were.
But there we all were in the same tavern,
approving and approved.