Birthday Present

This is what I want:

All the world to pray a Hail Mary and sincerely mean it.

Thank You, Jesus, for such a sweet mother. Such a treasure. Such a gift. Such an everything, for all needs, at all times. If only all the world would take Your sweet mother into their homes.

May we all live in Nazareth.

May all our homes be like the womb of Mary.

Purity. Fertility. Righteousness. Compassion. Hope. Mercy. And Love.

Most of all Love.

The sweet love of a Virgin whom God Himself deemed Mother of us all.


Hail Mary,
Full of Grace,
The Lord is with thee.
Blessed art thou among women, 
and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.
Holy Mary,
Mother of God,
pray for us sinners now,
and at the hour of our death.


Then he said to the disciple, “Behold, your mother.” And from that hour the disciple took her into his home.

—John 19:27



See Right Thru Him

Let Christ put His palms over your eyes…

…and look at the world through the holes in His hands.


“Christ displaying his wounds”, The “Doom” Wall Painting (c. 1435) Holy Trinity Church, Coventry

The man of intelligence fixes his gaze on wisdom, but the eyes of a fool are on the ends of the earth.

—Proverbs 17:24


—Howard Hain





A Note to a Dear Friend (and you are one of them)


Thomas Couture, “Soap Bubbles” (1859) The Met

A Note to a Dear Friend (and you are one of them),

You know that I never will be able to give enough thanks and praise to our Good God, our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ, for all the blessings He has made manifest thru you: your thoughts, your words, your actions, your prayers—the intention of your heart—but most of all, His Divine Presence in you, with you, and working thru you.

No pure intention goes unanswered.

I have received so much.

My family has become so rich.

Praise be to God for His obedience in you—for allowing yourself to be an instrument in His mighty, powerful, faithful, and always present hand.

Thank you for your sacrifice.

Thank you for placing it upon the altar.

Thank you for participating in the sufferings of Jesus.

Thank you for offering up.

Thank you for receiving.

Thank you for doing so in union with Christ Jesus.

Thank you for praying the Eucharistic prayer.

Thank you for assisting Christ at Mass.

Thank you for saying “Amen”, “So be it”, “Yes”.

God bless you.

God bless you.

God bless you.

—It is I, little Howie Hain of Long Island, who pens this message and prayer to and for you. I, a small, poor, silly man, offering you the child of an Eternal King a present. I humbly wrap it in The Loving Wounds of Jesus. I devoutly seal it with The Precious Blood of Christ Crucified. And I gently deliver it upon the luminous rays of Christ Risen, Christ Ascended, and Christ promising to come again.

Please then receive this small “coin” as if handed to you by the poor woman in the Gospel whom Jesus praises—offering “little” but all that she has. Receive it as from a dear friend, a friend filled with gratitude, a friend bowing down his soul to praise the Lord, a friend asking The Good God to bless you—all of you—each and every one of you—those I have spent much time with in person and those I have spent much time with at Mass and in prayer but have never “met” nor even laid human eyes upon.

Christ is mighty.

His family is real.

The Community of Believers is present.

The Communion of Saints surrounds us.

The Holy Angels cheer!

“Holy, Holy, Holy…”


In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit.   Amen.


—Howard Hain


Web Link: Thomas Couture, “Soap Bubbles” (1859) The Met




Untitled, 4/12/18

Palm Tree

Crescent Moon

Come, Lord Jesus, Come

Magnify My Life

Carolina Marsh

Chameleon Changes Color

Can I Enter The Garden

Can I Walk Around


I Know I’m Not Clean Enough

Not Pure Enough

Not Holier Enough

But Your Grace Is So Strong

So Overwhelming

So Inviting

May I Enter



Cuckoo Birds Fly Diagonal

Palm Moons

Crescent Trees

Absolutely No Wind

We Speak No Sound



Slight Nods


A Slow Walk

Feet Don’t Move

Locations Change

A Little Hut

White With A Window


Holy Father

Can I Stay


—Howard Hain




Waging Peace

by Howard Hain


“The Decent into Limbo”, Circle of Andrea Mantegna, mid-15th Century, The Met

I have been practicing a new offense. For I am often ambushed at night, by ugly dreams and even uglier and terrifying thoughts. I awake. I arise. I calmly identify the area the sniper is attempting to exploit, the area the spy is trying to infiltrate—for by attacking he terribly weakens himself—for he reveals his position. The horizon is spanned. And with the prudent and wise counsel of the Holy Spirit the weakling is located and isolated, dispelling the smoke screen that once concealed his actual tininess. I peacefully choose my weapon: the virtue that most purifies and converts the “ugly” and “fearful” thought that has been thrown aimlessly at my fortification built on and of rock. I then rally all of God’s holy angels, saints, virtues, gifts, and glory around this single point of infinite power. We announce God’s majesty. The sky is illuminated, entirely. The glory of God builds beyond this particular field of battle, putting to utter rest not only the “ugliness” and “fear” currently at hand but all ugliness and all fear that could ever be. For Heaven reigns. On Earth. As in Heaven.

All quiet on the Western Front.

Good night. Sleep well. See you in the morning. When even the rooster rests.

The break of a new day, that never ends.

Praise be to God.


Web Link: “The Descent into Limbo”, Circle of Andrea Mantegna, The Met