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




Obscure Contemplation

Don’t expect anything to happen tomorrow.

Don’t not expect anything to happen tomorrow.

Live in God’s promise.

Don’t wonder about tomorrow.

Don’t not wonder about tomorrow.

Live in God’s promise.

Don’t think about tomorrow.

Don’t not think about tomorrow.

Live in God’s promise.

Don’t live in or for tomorrow.

Don’t not live in or for tomorrow.

Live in God’s promise.

Live in conversion—that leads to salvation— “believe in the one he sent.”

Jesus is The Promise.

The One God sent.

God’s promise.

He is conversion.

He is salvation.

He is “the resurrection and the life.”

Live in Jesus.


—Howard Hain