Further up and further in.
When kingdom comes
I will be done.
Thou will be my vision
when all is cleared from view.
Stones stepped on again,
not thrown.
Tongues tied,
not whipped around
with little thought or reason.
Time to settle down,
not settle.
So many ways to be
a prodigal.
One way to be
a son.
Acquiesce to Love.
God is Love.
Gerald the Writer 
“So many ways to be a prodigal, One way to be a son.” Love it!
Thanks Dave. Blessings!
So fitting in honour of Saint Valentine.
“Stones stepped on again
Not thrown.”
Oh that’s right, stone make a great path to ones neighbour
Loving our neighbor, or at least waving, saying hello, etc. is more needed in times like these. God help us.