The Unitarian Universalist Congregation in Westport
10 Lyons Plains Rd., Westport, CT 06880 - Ph: (203)227-7205 Sunday Services: 10:00 AM
There is that part of us that believes We will never die – otherwise, How could we watch so much television, and there is the part that believes when we die, all life will come to an end. This is the part that storms within us dragging its robes across the marble floor. But what […]
There was a child went forth every day; And the first object he look’d upon, that object he became; And that object became part of him for the day, or a certain part of the day, or for many years, or stretching cycles of years. The early lilacs became part of this child, And grass, […]
Six-thirty is not a bad time to be walking the city street. It reveals more to the stroller when it is quiet, because it gives him room and time to focus on what is happening and to notice the two people across the street. One is walking in the intersection, a young woman of about […]
They are not gone who pass Beyond the clasp of hand, Out from the strong embrace. They are but come so close We need not grope with hands, Nor look to see, nor try To catch the sound of feet. They have put off their shoes Softly to walk by day Within our thoughts, to […]
March 15, 1852 This afternoon I throw off my outside coat. A mild spring day. I must hie to the Great Meadows. The air is full of bluebirds. The ground almost entirely bare. The villagers are out in the sun, and every man is happy whose work takes him outdoors. I go by Sleepy Hollow […]
Sundays too my father got up early and put his clothes on in the blueblack cold, then with cracked hands that ached from labor in the weekday weather made banked fires blaze. No one ever thanked him. I’d wake and hear the cold splintering, breaking. When the rooms were warm, he’d call, and slowly I […]
Composed A Few Miles Above Tintern Abbey, On Revisiting the Banks Of The Wye During A Tour, July 13, 1798 Five years have past; five summers, with the length Of five long winters! and again I hear These waters, rolling from their mountain-springs With a soft inland murmur.–Once again Do I behold these steep and […]
Composed A Few Miles Above Tintern Abbey, On Revisiting the Banks Of The Wye During A Tour, July 13, 1798 Five years have past; five summers, with the length Of five long winters! and again I hear These waters, rolling from their mountain-springs With a soft inland murmur.–Once again Do I behold these steep and […]
October 20, 1856 I had gone but little way on the old Carlisle road when I saw Brooks Clark, who is now about eighty and bent like a bow, hastening along the road, barefooted…with an axe in his hand; (he) was in haste perhaps on account of the cold wind on his bare feet. When […]
Intricate and untraceable weaving and interweaving, dark strand with light: Designed, beyond all spiderly contrivance, to link, not to entrap: Elation, grief, joy, contrition, entwined; shaking, changing forever forming, transforming; All praise, all praise to the great web.
