Rumi Poem

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 gently and 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. 
 
– Rumi
Offered by Jen, our Chaplain for 2020