The Unitarian Universalist Congregation in Westport
10 Lyons Plains Rd., Westport, CT 06880 - Ph: (203)227-7205 Sunday Services: 10:00 AM
For what we owe to other days, Before we poisoned him with praise, May we who shrank to find him weak Remember that he cannot speak. For envy that we may recall, And for our faith before the fall, May we who are alive be slow To tell what we shall never know. For penance […]
from Noisy Stones: A Meditation Manual, Skinner House Books, 1992 Did you ever think there might be a fault line passing underneath your living room: A place in which your life is lived in meeting and in separating, wondering and telling, unaware that just beneath you is the unseen seam of great plates that strain […]
Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green, The night above the dingle starry, Time let me hail and climb Golden in the heydays of his eyes, And honoured among wagons I was prince of the apple towns And once below […]
Nancy Hanks dreams by the fire; Dreams, and the logs sputter, And the yellow tongues climb. Red lines lick their way in flickers. Oh, sputter, logs. Oh, dream, Nancy. Time now for a beautiful child. Time now for a tall man to come.
When a baby boy is born and the midwife holds him up as he takes his first breath, Place him over the Mother’s face so when the baby exhales his first breath on Earth the Mother breathes it. And when the Mother dies, her middle-aged son the baby grew up to be— by her side, […]
Lie back daughter, let your head be tipped back in the cup of my hand. Gently, and I will hold you. Spread your arms wide, lie out on the stream and look high at the gulls. A dead- man’s float is face down. You will dive and swim soon enough where this tidewater ebbs to […]
Forgive, O Lord, my little jokes on Thee And I’ll forgive Thy great big one on me.
Freedom is a habit and a coat worn some born to wear it some never to know it. Freedom is cheap or again as a garment is so costly men pay their lives rather than not have it. Freedom is baffling: men having it often know not they have it till it is gone and […]
From out of the glory of the morning skies, The Life Giver calls us to ‘Arise!’ Out of eternity – behold a single day! A gift for us to spend some way. What shall we do with it, I say?
Here, where the world is quiet; Here, where all trouble seems Dead winds’ and spent waves’ riot In doubtful dreams of dreams; I watch the green field growing For reaping folk and sowing For harvest-time and mowing, A sleepy world of streams. I am tired of tears and laughter, And men that laugh and weep; […]
