The Unitarian Church in Westport
10 Lyons Plains Rd., Westport, CT 06880 - Ph: (203)227-7205 Sunday Services: 10:00 AM in person and on ZOOM
On the day when the weight deadens on your shoulders and you stumble, may the clay dance to balance you. And when your eyes freeze behind the grey window and the ghost of loss gets into you, may a flock of colours, indigo, red, green and azure blue, come to awaken in you a meadow […]
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 […]
Forever – is composed of Nows – ‘Tis not a different time – Except for Infiniteness – And Latitude of Home – From this – experienced Here – Remove the Dates – to These – Let Months dissolve in further Months – And Years – exhale in Years – Without Debate – or Pause – […]
All that may happen, all that we’ve seen, All of the lives, we’ve lived in between… Is that all gone for good? What are the chances… What we lost in the fire; we’ll find in the ashes? Well, I had a dream; it was just me and you. It was finally spring, and the world […]
Then a woman said, Speak to us of Joy and Sorrow. And he answered: Your joy is your sorrow unmasked. And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears. And how else can it be? The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain. […]
To speak of sorrow works upon it moves it from its crouched place barring the way to and from the soul’s hall— out in the light it shows clear, whether shrunken or known as a giant wrath— discrete at […]
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 […]
The old song of my spirit has wearied itself out. It has long ago been learned by my heart; It repeats itself over and over, bringing no added joy to my days or lift to my spirit. I will sing a new song. I must learn the new song for the new needs. I must […]
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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, […]
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As the trees begin to unfold their foliage, I am drawn to the imagery of D.H. Lawrence in his poem The Enkindled Spring: This spring as it comes bursts up in bonfires green, Wild puffing of emerald trees, and flame-filled bushes, Thorn-blossom lifting in wreaths of smoke between Where the wood fumes up and the […]