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 home
Empty of it's furniture.
Still, treat each guest honorably.
He may be cleaning you out
For some new delight.
When all your ships have sailed one by one and you stand again on the shoreline, you may ask yourself is it the sea I fear, is it the journey, the destination or is it I believe I can only have this sand?
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