“…a hiding place from the winds and a covert from the tempest; as rivers of water in a dry place, as the shadow of a great rock in a weary land.’

--Ezekiel 32:2, from the first Nutfield sermon by the Rev. James McGregor, Beaver Lake April 12, 1719


As evening fell along the shore,

worried too much about the rent,

I think of kin, anxious and poor,

     that crossed the sea

to a new and dangerous continent.

     Follow me.


Through miles of wilderness they took

their bearings in a trackless wood.

They settled by West Running Brook,

     weary but free.

The fathers said they’d found it good.

     Come with me.


How did those immigrants endure?

How did they make it through that year?

They, too, were fearful and unsure

     of what would be.

I thought I heard the sermon here:

     Believe in me.

— Robert Crawford

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