I Live In The Space That Questions Poem by James Tipp

I live in the space that questions
Rather than in the space that knows.
I have moved from the certainty of youth
To the wider world brought on by age.
Which no longer has such small horizons,
But is tempered by experience and life.
I have crossed the borders laid in black
Entered the space whose borders are grey.
Find this a place of compassion and care,
Instead of judgment, damnation, and ignorance
Knowing that the pilgrimage carries scars
The longer I travel, the more chance of failure
The arrogant young man knew all the answers
The old man searches, lives in the knowledge
That grace exceeds his failures here lies hope.