Marriage is Opportunity Disguised

Strife, envy, feelings of injustice misplaced
define the lives of many.
If only they thought
of how good life could be
they’d see the opportunity lost.

The bed is unmade,
the meal is uncooked,
a blanket lies untouched on the couch.
For the person who cares,
these are opportunities discovered.

A bed is prepared,
the mint lies on the pillow in anticipation,
of the person who discovers it there.
No word is said,
nor credit taken,
for the opportunity realized.

Wordless glances of thanks,
the eye’s glint of a compliment,
a smile warmly given.
The thoughts of lovers who know,
the path to growth,
is through the opportunity relished.

A note on the door,
the hug breathlessly exchanged,
words subtly laced with meaning.
Only those in a marriage,
where caring is foremost,
understand the opportunity accepted.

Copyright 2011, John Paul Mueller


Shards of Glass

Shards of Glass

Oh how sweet,
What a treat!
Shards of shining glass.

Nice and shiny,
Grains so tiny.
Shards of sparkling glass.

Oh so thirsty,
Feel so hungry.
Shards of wayward glass.

Destroys your health,
Consumes your wealth.
Shards of broken glass.

Sores appearing,
Disease nearing.
Shards of toxic glass.

Eyesight failing,
Time of wailing.
Shards of dark’ning glass.

Time’s a flying,
Soon you’re dying.
Shards of deadly glass.

Inspired by Barbara McPherson.
Dedicated to all who suffer from diabetes.
Copyright 2011 John Paul Mueller

More Spring Weather

Our weatherman predicted rain with a slight chance of snow this Saturday, with an emphasis on slight. So it was without any hesitation whatsoever that I planned to be snowed in the next day. Fortunately, it wasn’t as bad as all that. I think we ended up with about an inch or two that quickly melted as shown here:


However, I do start to get worried about foul weather this time of year. Of course, there are my flowers to consider, but usually they hold up well. Even though my spring flowers look a bit crunched here, they sprang back up later:


More important are the fruit trees. Fortunately, none of them were blossoming yet this weekend. In years past, I’ve had the blossoms get damaged by late spring frostsreducing my harvest later. Of course, the same thing can happen when snow or other weather elements keeps the pollinators inside and not out pollinating my trees. I hope that we don’t get more weather of this sort now that my trees are in the bud swell stage. All this led me to think of a haiku:

Crystal form that shows
Winter has not flown away
Spring is on the way!


True Peace

Today I thought I’d share a poem I’ve written with you.

True Peace

Peace, lend a hand.
Peace isn’t the absence of war,
It isn’t the result of war.
Peace begins within,
but it ends without.

Peace, lend a hand.
You cannot win peace alone,
everyone labor and groan.
Envy, greed, and lust,
these make peace a bust.

Peace, lend a hand.
All your neighbors you must see,
as your friends with spirits free.
Your lives intertwined,
spirit, body, mind.

Peace, lend a hand.
All peace with God must begin,
a peace without is too thin.
Look above to see,
what your life could be.

Copyright John Paul Mueller, 2011