for Patricia Lance Wondering we believe what we do About what it means in the in between Just what who must do and just because Of the way we are and it always was How even now I believe things too Without understanding what they might mean But letting go and falling like a star Getting it recalling in the fall What my mother taught me brought me this far That love is why whoever we are We come to be here to overcome fear By love to me is what became clear How I came to be and the reason to Be in my season to be who does By getting here I got it after all Love is why now and how I am here And understanding what it might mean I Believe we mean between us how and why What I believe that I am sure of Is in the in between us is love Steven Curtis Lance       Photo: Patricia Lance, my mother, as a child