Today is Put a Poem in Your POCKET day. I hand them out everywhere. This is one of my favorite all time poems. Send me yours. (And if you’re impatient to read What Happened Next in the Serial Novel, go to WEST SIDE SPIRIT or OUR TOWN. I’ll put it up tomorrow. POEMS came first today.)
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 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.