The Unitarian Universalist Congregation in Westport
10 Lyons Plains Rd., Westport, CT 06880 - Ph: (203)227-7205 Sunday Services: 10:00 AM
S’io credesse che mia risposta fosse A persona che mai tornasse al mondo, Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse. Ma perciocche giammai di questo fondo Non torno vivo alcun, s’i’odo il vero, Senza tema d’infamia ti rispondo. (“If I thought that my reply would be to someone who would ever return to earth, this flame […]
What can they do to you? Whatever they want.. They can set you up, bust you, they can break your fingers, burn your brain with electricity, blur you with drugs till you can’t walk, can’t remember. they can take away your children, wall up your lover; they can do anything you can’t stop them doing. […]
I wish to God I never saw you, Mag. I wish you never quit your job and came along with me. I wish we never bought a license and a white dress For you to get married in the day we ran off to a minister And told him we would love each other and […]
maggie and millie and molly and may went down to the beach (to play one day ) and maggie discovered a shell that sang so sweetly she couldn’t remember her troubles,and millie befriended a stranded star whose rays five languid fingers were; and molly was chased by a horrible thing which raced sideways while blowing […]
(Dedicated to the memory of Karen Silkwood and Eliot Gralla) A voice from the dark called out, “The poets must give us imagination of peace, to oust the intense, familiar imagination of disaster. Peace, not only the absence of war.” But peace, like a poem, is not there ahead of itself, can’t be imagined before […]
Dear Lord, I have swept and I have washed but Still nothing is as shining as it should be for you. Under the sink, for example, is an uproar of mice—it is the season of their many children. What shall I do? And under the eaves and through the walls the squirrels have gnawed their […]
Life is a tragic mystery. We are pierced and driven by laws we only half comprehend, we find that the lesson we learn again and again is that of accepting heroic helplessness. Some uncomprehended law holds us at a point of contradiction where we have no choice, where we do not like that which we […]
Something there is that doesn’t love a wall, That sends the frozen-ground swell under it And spills the upper boulders in the sun, And makes gaps even two can pass abreast. The work of hunters is another thing: I have come after them and made repair Where they have left not one stone on a […]
My work is loving the world. Here the sunflowers, there the hummingbird equal seekers of sweetness. Here the quickening yeast; there the blue plums. Here the clam deep in the speckled sand. Are my boots old? Is my coat torn? Am I no longer young, and still not half-perfect? Let me keep my […]
When I was a child I once sat sobbing on the floor Beside my mother’s piano As she played and sang For there was in her singing A shy yet solemn glory My smallness could not hold And when I was asked Why I was crying I had no words for it I only shook […]
