This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness
comes as an unexpected visitor.
Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they're a crowd of sorrows, who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out for some new delight.
The dark thought, the shame, the malice,
meet them at the door laughing,
and invite them in.
Be grateful for whoever comes,
because each has been sent as a guide from beyond.
Thanks Joanne for sharing this lovely poem..it was a lovely blessing to wake up to today...as I needed it...the universe does work in magical ways...gifts come in all forms.
Thought I would share it here too, as it may resonate for another...with much peace and joy. Enjoy the day!