The Unitarian Universalist Congregation in Westport
10 Lyons Plains Rd., Westport, CT 06880 - Ph: (203)227-7205 Sunday Services: 10:00 AM
Delivered at the Ordination of Rev. Charles C. Shackford in the Hawes Place Church, Boston on May 19, 1841 Luke xxi.33. “Heaven and earth shall pass away: but my word shall not pass away.” In this sentence we have a very clear indication that Jesus of Nazareth believed the religion he taught would be eternal, […]
Are you happy? It’s the only way to be, kid. Yes, be happy, it’s a good nice way to be. But not happy-happy, kid, don’t be too doubled-up doggone happy. It’s the doubled-up doggone happy- happy people … bust hard … they do bust hard … when they bust. Be happy, kid, go to it, […]
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Slow down, you move too fast. You got to make the morning last. Just kicking down the cobble stones. Looking for fun and feelin’ groovy. Hello lamppost, What cha knowing? I’ve come to watch your flowers growing. Ain’t cha got no rhymes for me? Doot-in’ doo-doo, Feelin’ groovy. Got no deeds to do, No promises […]
Be gentle with one another— It is a cry from the lives of people battered By thoughtless words and brutal deeds… Who of us can look inside another and know what is there Of hope and hurt, or promise and pain? Who can know from what far places each has come… Our lives are like […]
Give us, Lord, a bit o’ sun a bit o’ work and a bit o’ fun; give us all in the struggle and sputter our daily bread and a bit o’ butter; give us health, our keep to make, and a bit to spare for other’s sake; give us sense, for we’re some of us […]
Sometimes with one I love, I fill myself with rage, for fear I effuse unreturn’d love; But now I think there is no unreturn’d love—the pay is certain, one way or another; (I loved a certain person ardently, and my love was not return’d; Yet out of that, I have written these songs.)
He drew a circle that shut me out Heretic, rebel, a thing to flout. But love and I had the wit to win: We drew a circle that took him in.
The choice is always ours. Then, let me choose The longest art, the hard Promethean way Cherishingly to tend and feed and fan That inward fire, whose small precarious flame, Kindled or quenched, creates The noble or the ignoble men we are, The worlds we live in and the very fates Our bright or muddy […]
I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o’er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending […]
