The Unitarian Universalist Congregation in Westport
10 Lyons Plains Rd., Westport, CT 06880 - Ph: (203)227-7205 Sunday Services: 10:00 AM
To laugh often and love much. To win and hold the respect of intelligent persons, and the affection of little children; to earn the praise of honest critics and to endure, without flinching, the betrayal of false friends. To appreciate beauty always, whether in earth’s creations or men and women’s handiwork; to have sought for […]
Did you too see it, drifting, all night, on the black river? Did you see it in the morning, rising into the silvery air – An armful of white blossoms, A perfect commotion of silk and linen as it leaned into the bondage of its wings; a snowbank, a bank of lilies, Biting the air […]
“So you want to divide all the money there is and give every man his share?” “that’s it. Put it all in one big pile and split it even for everybody.” “and the land, the gold, silver, oil, copper, you want that divided up?” “Sure — an even whack for all of us.” “Do you […]
A father sees a son nearing manhood. What shall he tell that son? ‘Life is hard; be steel; be a rock.’ And this might stand him for the storms and serve him for humdrum and monotony and guide him amid sudden betrayals and tighten him for slack moments. ‘Life is a soft loam; be gentle; […]
The people will live on. The learning and blundering people will live on. They will be tricked and sold and again sold And go back to the nourishing earth for rootholds, The people so peculiar in renewal and comeback, You can’t laugh off their capacity to take it. The mammoth rests between his cyclonic dramas. […]
I’m going out to clean the pasture spring; I’ll only stop to rake the leaves away (And wait to watch the water clear, I may): I sha’n’t be gone long. — You come too. I’m going out to fetch the little calf That’s standing by the mother. It’s so young, It totters when she licks […]
Small fact and fingers and farthest one from me, a hand’s width and two generations away, in this still present I am fifty-three. You are not yet a full day. When I am sixty-three, when you are ten, and you are neither closer nor as far, your arms will fill with what you know by […]
when she was little and colored and ugly with short straightened hair and a very pretty smile she went to Sunday school to hear ’bout nebuchadnezzar the king of the jews and she would listen shadrach, meshach and abednego in the fire and she would learn how god was neither north nor south east or […]
My mother never forgave my father for killing himself, especially at such an awkward time and in a public park, chat spring when I was waiting to be born. She locked his name in her deepest cabinet and would not let him out, though I could hear him thumping. When I came down from the […]
Each day we go about our business, walking past each other, catching each other’s eyes or not, about to speak or speaking. All about us is noise. All about us is noise and bramble, thorn and din, each one of our ancestors on our tongues. Someone is stitching up a hem, darning a hole in […]
