The Older I Get, the More I Don’t Know
By Mark C Waldrop

The older I get, the more I don’t know—
The less I insist, the slower I go.
The edges grow softer, the corners less tight,
And wrong isn’t always as clear as black and white.

I once held opinions like stones in my hand,
Certain I fully could understand.
But time has a way of sanding the soul,
Humbling the heart, making fractured things whole.

The older I get, the more I can see
How small I am in eternity.
How vast the sky, how deep the sea,
How wide the grace that rescued me.

Questions grow deeper than answers I’ve found,
And truth feels more holy when spoken unbound.
I’ve learned that wisdom is often this—
To listen more long than to speak amiss.

The older I get, the more I believe
In mercy to give and grace to receive.
In slower mornings and quieter prayer,
In learning to trust when life feels unfair.

I know less about how the world should run,
But more about love and what Christ has done.
Less about proving that I am right,
More about walking humbly in light.

The older I get, the more I don’t know—
And somehow, that helps my spirit to grow.

Proverbs 9:10 (KJV)
“The fear of the LORD is the beginning of wisdom: and the knowledge of the holy is understanding.”

For God’s Honor and Glory

MarkWaldrop