The Unitarian Universalist Congregation in Westport
10 Lyons Plains Rd., Westport, CT 06880 - Ph: (203)227-7205 Sunday Services: 10:00 AM
Order of Service March 15,2020 – The Unitarian Universalist Congregation in Westport Emotional Wisdom – Rev. Dr. John Morehouse WELCOME: Rev. Dr. John Morehouse CHALICE LIGHTING OPENING WORDS: Rev. Morehouse MUSIC: Rev. Ed Thompson JOYS AND SORROWS MEDITATION: Rev. Shelly Thompson SERMON: “Emotional Wisdom” – Rev. Dr. John Morehouse MUSIC CLOSING WORDS: Rev. Morehouse The […]
Search Committee, East Wing at 7:30 pm
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Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity. Surely some […]
I see trees of green…….. red roses too I see em bloom….. for me and for you And I think to myself…. what a wonderful world. I see skies of blue….. clouds of white Bright blessed days….dark sacred nights And I think to myself …..what a wonderful world. The colors of a rainbow…..so pretty ..in […]
Here is a revolver It has an amazing language all its own. It delivers unmistakable ultimatums. It is the last word. A simple, little human forefinger can tell a terrible story with it. Hunger, fear, revenge, robbery, hide behind it. It is the claw of the jungle made quick and powerful. It is the club […]
Deceiver, dissembler Your trousers are alight From what pole or gallows Shall they dangle in the night? When I asked of your career Why did you have to kick my rear With that stinking lie of thine Proclaiming that you owned a mine? When you asked to borrow my stallion To visit a nearby-moored galleon […]
The rain to the wind said, “You push and I’ll pelt.” They so smote the garden bed That the flowers actually knelt, And lay lodged — though not dead. I know how the flowers felt
Another morning and I wake with thirst for the goodness I do not have. I walk out to the pond and all the way God has given us such beautiful lessons. Oh Lord, I was never a quick scholar but sulked and hunched over my books past the hour and the bell; grant me, in […]
Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream!– For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul. Not enjoyment, and not […]