Between Midnight and Dawn: Heaven in the Ordinary



Devote yourselves to prayer, being watchful and thankful.
Colossians 4:2


Prayer the Churches banquet, Angels age,
Gods breath in man returning to his birth,
The soul in paraphrase, heart in pilgrimage,
The Christian plummet sounding heav’n and earth;

Engine against th’ Almightie, sinner’s towre,
Reversed thunder, Christ-side-piercing spear,
The six daies world-transposing in an houre,
A kinde of tune, which all things heare and fear ;

Softnesse, and peace, and joy, and love, and blisse,
Exalted Manna, gladnesse of the best,
Heaven in ordinarie, man well drest,
The milkie way, the bird of Paradise,

Church-bels beyond the stars heard, the souls bloud,
The land of spices, something understood.
~George Herbert “Prayer”


Considering the distance between us and God,
seemingly insurmountable to overcome,
how amazing it only takes a few words to Him,
our pleas and praise,
our breath in His ear
and unhesitating
He plummets to us;
we are lifted to Him.
Heaven dwells in the ordinary,
in our plainness,
dresses us up, prepared to be understood
by no less than our Creator.





During this Lenten season, I will be drawing inspiration from the new devotional collection edited by Sarah Arthur —Between Midnight and Dawn

3 thoughts on “Between Midnight and Dawn: Heaven in the Ordinary

  1. Your thoughts are heartfelt and beautiful, Emily.
    It is God’s Incarnation in the human Jesus that has helped me to understand and to accept by faith that, for Jesus, nothing or no one is considered ‘ordinary.’ (‘common,’ average’).
    During His earthly ministry it was the ‘anawim’ (‘little ones’ – Hebrew) who recognized His love and compassionate concern for their suffering and sought Him out. He responded in kind — all the way to His brutal ignoble death on a cross. He has not changed: He continues to respond to our pleas as we cry out to Him with our problems, our pain and our uncertainties.

    As Peter said to Jesus, as quoted In the Bread of Life Discourse in John’s Gospel, ‘Master, to whom shall we go? You have the words of eternal life.” (Jn 6: 68).


  2. A gust of wind so strong/ I smelled the lilacs from beyond/ the fence/ You lifted me up from my place/ at the top of the prison steps/ revealed Yourself to me/ and for an instant/ We wore down the face of rock and/ stirred up ocean waves. Together/ made weather/ ripening the ’87 reds to the rarest of vintages/ freezing continents indiscriminately./ Returned/ my feet take the pavement steps to the yard. “Godwind” by Katherine Power from “Doing Time, Papers from Framingham Prison” (2001)


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