Love does not tire when the first call is ignored; it sends the reminder again and insists that everything is already finished. Nothing more must be produced, nothing more suffered. The feast is complete, the abundance poured out in full, and the mind is asked only to stop laboring long enough to receive what has been set before it.
The repetition is patience itself. Where the separated mind expects a God who withholds until it is worthy, there is instead a table spread before any worth is shown, and one word waiting. Readiness was never the mind's task; acceptance is.
Servants: the loving thoughts sent once more to reassure the mind that the way home is open.
Dinner: the completed gift of union, prepared in full and needing nothing added.
Marriage: the reunion the mind is invited to enter freely.