The Unitarian Church in Westport
10 Lyons Plains Rd., Westport, CT 06880 - Ph: (203)227-7205 Sunday Services: 10:00 AM
Let us not wish away the winter. It is a season it itself, Not simply the way to spring. When trees rest, growing no leaves, gathering no light, They let in sky and trace themselves delicately against dawns and sunsets. The clarity and brilliance of the winter sky delight. The loom of fog softens edges, […]
Suddenly, or so it seems, Snow, or the threat of a storm — Winter sleep… Then waking to see the new snow Fresh, clean, marveling at the whitewashed world; the snow Covering everything, painting bare brown branches Evergreens etched in white Earth, with a soft, silent winter blanket. Winter coat, woolen hat, gloves and scarf […]
The bare trees have made up their seed bundles. They are ready now. The warm brown light pauses briefly, shrugs and moves on. They are ready now to play dead for a while. I, human, have not as yet devised how to obtain such privilege. Their spring will find them rested. I and my kind […]
With passion pray. With passion work. With passion make love. With passion eat and drink and dance and play. Why look like a dead fish in this ocean of God?
I do not live happily or comfortably With the cleverness of our times. The talk is all about computers, The news is all about bombs and blood. This morning, in the fresh field, I came upon a hidden nest. It held four warm, speckled eggs. I touched them. Then went away softly, Having felt something […]
Admit something. Everyone you see, you say to them, “Love me.” Of course you do not do this out loud, otherwise Someone would call the cops. Still though, think about this, this great pull in us to connect. Why not become the one who lives With a full moon in each eye that is always […]
Headlights, taillights, going, coming; it does not matter inside. Draw a curtain across the window, lock the door and break the key. Let the interior deepen and broaden until it exceeds this little room. You will go out when you are ready, when the tiny inner Self no longer fits. Awareness will come, yet bliss […]
Sometimes the mountain is hidden from me in veils of cloud, sometimes I am hidden from the mountain in veils of inattention, apathy, fatigue, when I forget or refuse to go down to the shore or a few yards up the road, on a clear day, to reconfirm that witnessing presence.
I came upon a child of god He was walking along the road And I asked him, where are you going And this he told me I’m going on down to yasgurs farm I’m going to join in a rock n roll band I’m going to camp out on the land I’m going to try […]
Who first invented work, and bound the free And holyday-rejoicing spirit down To the ever-haunting importunity Of business in the green fields, and the town– To plough, loom, anvil, spade–and oh! most sad To that dry drudgery at the desk’s dead wood? Who but the Being unblest, alien from good, Sabbathless Satan! he who his […]