The High Places

by Laura Love

THE HIGH PLACES

I lift my eyes and see 

once bright prayers 

fluttering on the breeze, 

now tattered and torn,

faded remnants of useless devotion,

misguided attempt to plea for help 

with currency of strain and pain,

to purchase merit by pilgrimage 

performed in groveling gait

up Babel’s ascent—

work of hands

fragile and transient, 

dust in the wind.

Look, soul, and see

beneath these ineffectual pleas 

that which holds firm, unshaken,

brought forth and sustained 

by Word and by power—

the mountain that speaks mystery        

of merit undeserved  

reserved for you who 

leave your useless currency,

purchase without cost,

and simply receive 

from the One who, alone,

works for you

a lasting peace.

LAURA LOVE

Laura is an introverted mother of five who loves to laugh with her children and share deep discussions, but who nevertheless sometimes wears noise-blocking headphones to avoid sensory overload at family meals. She writes poetry to help herself pause in the chaos, untangle her thoughts, and celebrate beauty. You can read more of her work on Instagram @the.aslan.chronicles.