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