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There’s no inner room if you take the outer room in with you.



Jesus doesn’t ask you to buy a raffle ticket.



If a church can’t survive on passing a basket it can’t survive.

If a church can’t survive it shouldn’t.

If a church doesn’t survive it’s no longer (or never was) a church.



The best thing the Catholic Church could do is start new parishes. Not combine existing parishes. Not renovate. Not restore. Not rebuild. Not even resurrect.

Establish. Brand new parishes. With no history or patrimony except the Virgin Tradition of the Saints.



Crucifix woven from hay.

Altar constructed of straw.

Tabernacle able to decay.



Penance is to offer up what time-alone desires.

Sacrifice is to give away what you’re told to cherish.

To one who believes penance and sacrifice are delight.


hd hain

July 2018



The only offering is spending time. Not work. Not words. Not posts or pages. Stop it all. Time alone. Time being. Existence. Come what may. Could that be the only offering I am to make? Only contribution. Life spent in interest. In what’s good. With goodness. No preconceived notions what it looks like. A hiking stick. Evergreen. Nothing but interest. Not service. Not preaching. Not helping. Not writing. Not making. Not producing. Not part of a team. Only interest. Only footprints of varying weight. Or perhaps none at all.


Howard Hain

December, 2017


The Heavy Footed Thug

On time for which Id rather not

The heavy-footed thug storms thru the sage

Crushing the flower that adored his table

Now petal’s pigment stains the stone

She loves me not” rattles the walls

His victim defeated before he began

His rants begin to strike his rage

But burdened by the weight of the shouldered beast

He scrapes to the floor

While what remains of the rose soaked in sorrow shivers away


—Howard Hain


(ca. 2000)


Knees Shall Bend

God is a thigh. God is an arm. God is a neck. God is a slender nose. God is a bun of long brown hair bound-up for domestic affairs. God is a human. A human is God. The flesh, the muscle tone, the backhand to wipe away sweat. God is a woman scrubbing the floor. God is her husband sanding new hardwood. God is the thought of each other’s body. A stop, a wipe of the brow, a leaning back toward the heels, taking a little weight off the knees. God is the small smile on two sets of parted lips. God is the encounter between servants upon reaching home.


hd hain

August, 2018


Parish Council—Group Portrait



Instability, a disturbed apple cart


The official in charge has not the capacity to lead

The chosen leader worries he hasn’t been chosen

“Christ walked freely among the dead. He reigned over those in hell.” ∼Saint Bernard

A résumé builder. Good for business. Looking for a home?

The house is on fire, she continues with the dishes

Can’t count the ones being paid or the ones with positions to hold


The women in faith are strong. Thanks be to God.

The quiet Joseph powerful in prayer in union with the vocal Mary

The fat guy in red is another fake

A box full of munchkins

Hide it? Burn it? Make a paper airplane and toss it toward a brave new world?

Maybe we’re all wrong

3 or 4 bedbugs chomp away

Fruit of the Spirit. They’re never isolation, secrecy, and a fear to leave.

Several little fiefdoms

Can’t lose control

A hostile takeover cloaked in good deeds

Not right or just

Let me just finish my time

Please shut up…

Please say something…

Whose building is it anyway?

Now is not the time to deal with that…

Have you ever had to worry about a real financial concern in your life?

Please don’t ask me that question…it interrupts my complaining

Let’s move on…

You’re not married, you have no children, you have all your basic needs ensured for life…what the hell do you know?

We can discuss that after the meeting…

I just want to go home


hd hain

(August 2018)


July 19th, 2018

A little nightstand

Made of plastic boxes

Filled with blocks and toys

A simple lamp teeters atop

A wooden puffin stands guard

A flying pony, colorful indeed, keeps watch

And under a well-worn headband

Neatly stacked

A Bible for Toddlers

An Illustrated Book of Saints

A pink and white plastic rosary

Coiled up

Ready to spring


Howard Hain