Lynn Ungar

Lynn Ungar

The Rev. Dr. Lynn Ungar is a poet, a freelance UU minister offering supply preaching, and a dog trainer. She lives in Vancouver, Washington, with her two Australian Shepherds.

Her work is included in the anthology What We Share.

Lynn's website has links to her books of poetry.

  • What We Share: Collected Meditations, Volume Two

From Lynn Ungar

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Faithful Journeys | Tapestry of Faith

Faithful Journeys, Grades 2-3

Alice Anacheka-Nasemann, Lynn Ungar

From Faithful Journeys
This program demonstrates that our Principles are not a dogma, but a credo that individuals can affirm with many kinds of action. 

Love Connects Us | Tapestry of Faith

Love Connects Us, Grades 4-5

Lynn Ungar, Michelle Richards

From Love Connects Us
The Love Connects Us program celebrates important ways Unitarian Universalists live our faith in covenanted community. 

Sing to the Power | Tapestry of Faith

Sing to the Power, Grades 4-5

Lynn Ungar

From Sing to the Power
Affirms our Unitarian Universalist heritage of confronting "powers and structures of evil with justice, compassion, and the transforming power of love."

Spirit | UU World

Light a candle or two this Thanksgivukkah

Lynn Ungar

From Spirit
Where are you in the stories of the two holidays that just happen to coincide this year?

UU World

Poem: Pandemic

Lynn Ungar

From UU World Magazine
Know that we are connected / in ways that are terrifying and beautiful.
Looking for the Christmas spirit

Lynn Ungar

From UU World Magazine
Santa isn’t doing it for me this year, but the shepherds give me hope.
What I’m telling my child about Trayvon Martin’s death

Lynn Ungar

From UU World Magazine
What I’m telling my daughter, an African-American teenager, about Trayvon Martin’s death.
Passover: A meditation

Lynn Ungar

From UU World Magazine
The terrible blessing of the journey.

Windows and Mirrors | Tapestry of Faith

Henry Hampton

Lynn Ungar

From Windows and Mirrors
By Lynn Ungar
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WorshipWeb

These Days

Lynn Ungar

From WorshipWeb
I miss singing, the way we trusted/the air that moved between us. I miss/the casual assumption that everything/would be all right in the morning.

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