The Unitarian Universalist Congregation in Westport
10 Lyons Plains Rd., Westport, CT 06880 - Ph: (203)227-7205 Sunday Services: 10:00 AM
One Christmas was so much like another, in those years around the sea-town corner now and out of all sound except the distant speaking of the voices I sometimes hear a moment before sleep, that I can never remember whether it snowed for six days and six nights when I was twelve or whether it […]
Stranger! if you, passing me, and desire to speak to me, why should you not speak to me? And why should I not speak to you?
Friend, I have lost the way. The way leads on. Is there another way? The way is one. I must retrace the track. It’s lost and gone. Back, I must travel back! None goes there, none. Then I’ll make here my place, (The road leads on), Stand still and set my face, (The road leaps […]
Sometimes I feel that my life is a series of trapeze swings. I’m either hanging onto a trapeze bar swinging along or, for a few moments, I’m hurtling across space in between bars. Most of the time I’m hanging on for dear life to my trapeze bar of the moment. It carries me along at […]
Go, sit upon the lofty hill, And turn your eyes around, Where waving woods and waters wild Do hymn an autumn sound. The summer sun is faint on them — The summer flowers depart — Sit still — as all transform’d to sExcept your musing heart. How there you sat in summer-time, May yet be […]
“Now it came to pass that while the Elder in Israel tarried at Babylon, a message came to him from a distant city, saying, ‘Come, thou, and counsel with us and help us to search out a priest, for he that did serve us hath gone mad.’ And the Elder in Israel arose, and journeyed […]
I’d like to leave a lighter imprint on the world than I’d formerly meant. Just a scent, not the thud of the thing steaming on a plate. Instead of “I told you so!” let my epitaph be the glance, the edge, the mist. The delicately attenuated swirl of an innuendo instead of a thunderhead. The […]
Unable are the Loved to die For Love is Immortality, Nay, it is Deity — Unable theythat love — to die For Love reforms Vitality Into Divinity.
My uncle ordered popovers From the restaurant’s bill of fare. And when they were served, He regarded them with a penetrating stare. . . . Then he spoke great Words of Wisdom And he sat there on that chair: “To eat these things,” said my uncle, “You must exercise great care. You may swallow down […]
As sure as prehistoric fish grew legs and sauntered off the beaches into forests working up some irregular verbs for their first conversation, so three-year-old children enter the phase of name-calling. Every day a new one arrives and is added to the repertoire. You Dumb Goopyhead, You Big Sewerface, You Poop-on-the-Floor (a kind of Navaho […]
