The Unitarian Universalist Congregation in Westport
10 Lyons Plains Rd., Westport, CT 06880 - Ph: (203)227-7205 Sunday Services: 10:00 AM
This being human is a guest house Every morning a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor. Welcome and entertain them all! Even if they are a crowd of sorrows, who violently sweep your house empty of its furniture, still treat each guest honorably. He may […]
(the newcomer poem) because our faith cannot be found in any book, or any temple held deep, it is most visible in the spaces between us when our hands touch in greeting when our voices interweave so much a part of daily living we forget there are people who have never imagined this is possible […]
I asked professors who teach the meaning of life to tell me what is happiness. And I went to famous executives who boss the work of thousands of men. They all shook their heads and gave me a smile as though I was trying to fool with them. And then one Sunday afternoon I wandered […]
The silver rain, the shining sun, The fields where scarlet poppies run, And all the ripples of the wheat Are in the bread that I do eat. So when I sit for every meal And say a grace, I always feel That I am eating rain and sun, And fields where scarlet poppies run.
He who binds to himself a joy Doth the winged life destroy. He who kisses the joy as it flies, Lives in eternity’s sunrise.
Mistah Kurtz — he dead. A penny for the Old Guy I We are the hollow men We are the stuffed men Leaning together Headpiece filled with straw. Alas! Our dried voices, when We whisper together Are quiet and meaningless As wind in dry grass Or rats’ feet over broken glass In our dry cellar […]
One faith is bondage. Two are free. In the trust of old love, cultivation shows a dark graceful wilderness at its heart. Wild in that wilderness, we roam the distances of our faith, safe beyond the bounds of what we know. O love, open. Show me
Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never stops at all, And sweetest in the gale is heard; And sore must be the storm That could abash the little bird That kept so many warm. I’ve heard it in the chilliest land And […]
i am a little church(no great cathedral) far from the splendor and squalor of hurrying cities -i do not worry if briefer days grow briefest, i am not sorry when sun and rain make april my life is the life of the reaper and the sower; my prayers are prayers of earth’s own clumsily striving […]
I am America — Take me away and you’ve removed a dream You’ve taken hope away — A vision and a promise. I am not the country. The country is carefully curled up in me. I am America, the dream that gave birth to a nation, To become a country among the nations of the […]
