Sylvia McBride

A Shared Place

(Between Birthdays)

The world has been rearranged,

Rhythms long the ritual of our days

Suddenly displaced

By strange, uncharted ways.

Today’s food stored away,

And we like hurried squirrels

Rush round, piling up our trove

For gray uncertain days.

We carry on and try to make

Of our reduced and tossing world

Some sense, and try to share

A noble word with others in our space.

But now we know the value of the hours.

Thank you for your calm and quiet phrase – –

Words that rain like rubies in this closing space:

Heaven to be here, in a shared place.

Written by Karen Sepahmansour August 31, 2025

I walk along flowers and plants
Because God has given me a chance
To test my goals in sun and rain
To lift my heart from any pain

I walk along the mud and dryness
To experience the waves of kindness
Faces of ups and downs
And the nature to minimize the frowns

I walk along fruit trees bitter and sweet
And remember to forget the tweets
Except of birds flying high
So remember to continue to try

I walk alone. efforts seem in vain
That come with so many domains
As I walk along a big hill
I stumble remembering to chill.