A Guest House

My relationships with my uncles have become sweeter since my father passed away. My father loved and wrote poetry. I have learned that my uncle Dale also loves poetry. He gave me this Rumi poem a few years ago, and I have it on my wall at work.

“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.” – Rumi

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