This poem by Rumi, the 13th century Muslim poet from Afghanistan, has always touched my heart and nourished my soul. It always helps me to put my life in perspective. May it do the same for you.
THE GUEST HOUSE
by Rumi (translation by Coleman Barks)
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.
By: Sr. Julie Keegan