it’s not what you know it’s what you don’t know
or what you’ll ever figure out
that takes you out where the wild things grow
and makes you wonder what you’ll have to show
for all the days of being devout
it’s not what you know it’s what you don’t know
that hints at what grace can bestow
as love demands a different route
and takes you out where the wild things grow
beyond what feels safe or apropos
where you feel less “with” and more “without”
it’s not what you know it’s what you don’t know
that pulls at your heart like an undertow
and smells of rain in the dust of drought
that calls you out where the wild things grow
beyond what feels safe or apropos
in the daily mix of faith and doubt
it’s not what you know it’s what you don’t know
that takes you out where the wild things grow
