This being human can be a bother,
every morning is so new
Some days it’s a joy, a misery, a malice
some fleeting alertness comes
as an unforeseen caller
We welcome and entertain them all!
even when it is nothing but grief,
who cruelly sweep our houses
empty of stuff
still, treat each visitor honorably.
They may be clearing you out
for some new pleasure in the future.
The dark thought, the shame, the malice,
meet them at the door laughing,
and invite them in.
Be indebted for whoever comes,
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.
Each from those that have gone before us.