By Terry M Pace (June 7, 1981)
You ask me where I stand
Out of your certainty
Out of your naivety
Out of your concern
Out of your fear
I say to you that I stand
In my doubt
In my searching
In my hope
In my laughter
I stand here and there
And change like the river
Like the wind
Like after a long journey
Or the seasons
A memory
A reflection
Of the dirt
Of the sky
Of God
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