The Unitarian Church in Westport
10 Lyons Plains Rd., Westport, CT 06880 - Ph: (203)227-7205 Sunday Services: 10:00 AM
Be still, my soul, and steadfast. Earth and heaven both are still watching though time is draining from the clock and your walk, that was confident and quick, has become slow. So, be slow if you must, but let the heart still play its true part. Love still as once you loved, deeply and without […]
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Throughout the month of May we have been considering the spiritual theme of Story. Stories are essential to our identity as meaning-makers. Stories, poetry (a kind of storytelling) and the images they invoke ground us in a reality. We live the stories of our lives as a script with a beginning, middle and an end, […]
Instructions for living a life: Pay attention. Be astonished. Tell about it.
There are days when the sun goes down like a fist, though of course if you see anything in the heavens in this way you had better get your eyes checked or, better, still, your diminished spirit. The heavens have no fist, or wouldn’t they have been shaking it for a thousand years now, and […]
There are moments that cry out to be fulfilled. Like, telling someone you love them. Or giving your money away, all of it. Your heart is beating, isn’t it? You’re not in chains, are you? There is nothing more pathetic than caution when headlong might save a life, even, possibly, your own.
I’d seen their hoofprints in the deep needles and knew they ended the long night under the pines, walking like two mute and beautiful women toward the deeper woods, so I got up in the dark and went there. They came slowly down the hill and looked at me sitting under the blue trees, shyly […]
Another morning and I wake with thirst for the goodness I do not have. I walk out to the pond and all the way God has given us such beautiful lessons. Oh Lord, I was never a quick scholar but sulked and hunched over my books past the hour and the bell; grant me, in […]
Here is a story to break your heart. Are you willing? This winter the loons came to our harbor and died, one by one, of nothing we could see. A friend told me of one on the shore that lifted its head and opened the elegant beak and cried out in the long, sweet savoring […]
When death comes like the hungry bear in autumn; when death comes and takes all the bright coins from his purse to buy me and snaps the purse shut; when death comes like the measle-pox; when death comes like an iceberg between the shoulder blades, I want to step through the door full of curiosity, […]
To live in this world you must be able to do three things: To love what is mortal, To hold it against your bones knowing Your own life depends on it; And when the time comes to let it go, to let it go.