Poetry Friday

Parker Palmer posted this poem on Facebook a little while back. This has been a year of many unexpected (and mostly unwanted/unwelcome) visitors. I'm trying to "meet them at the door laughing, and invite them in, believing that there may be some new delight, just waiting to come in."  THE  GUEST  HOUSE 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 thoughts, the shame, the malice meet them at the door laughing, and invite them in. Be grateful for whatever comes, because each has been sent as a guide from beyond. Rumi I'm publishing the whole poem today. I found it lots and lots of places on the internet and am thinking it must be in the public domain? I hope that's right.  Stop by and smell the Poetry Friday roses at Tabatha Yeatts at The Opposite of Indifference.