The Guesthouse by Rumi
The GuesthouseThis being human is a guesthouseEvery morning a new arrivalA joy, a depression, a meannessSome momentary awarenessComes as an unexpected visitorWelcome and entertain them all!Even if they're a crowd of sorrowsWho violently sweep your houseEmpty of its furnitureStill treat each guest honorablyHe may be cleaning you outFor some new delight!The dark thought, the shame, the maliceMeet them at the door laughingAnd invite them inBe grateful for whoever comesBecause each has been sentAs a guide from the beyond

Translated by Coleman BarksRumi (Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi) was a 13th century Persian muslim poet, jurist, and theologian. His name literally means "Majesty of Religion". He was born in Balkh (now part of Afghanistan) and died in present-day Turkey. His works are widely read in Iran, Afghanistan, Tajikistan, and are in translation in Turkey, Azerbaijan, the U.S., and South Asia. He lived most of his life in, and produced his works under, the Seljuk Empire. Rumi's importance is considered to transcend national and ethnic borders.

I just thought this was an awesome poem and exactly what i need today. :)