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.
sub rosa 
Beautiful poem, moving photo. Easter blessings to you, and many thanks for the light you bring.
Dear Harold, thank you so much for being around; reading, writing, criticizing – all the good stuff! Much appreciated!
thanks for reminding me of this. the words have meant a lot to me at different times in my life