But without sound.  The lips,
They were trying to say something very important.
But I had forgotten to mention an upland
Of wind-tortured stone white in darkness, and tall, but when
No wind, mist gathers, and once on the Sarré at midnight,
I watched the sheep huddling.  Their eyes
Stared into nothingness.  In that mist-diffused light their eyes
Were stupid and round like the eyes of fat fish in muddy water,
Or of a scholar who has lost faith in his calling.
Their jaws did not move.  Shreds
Of dry grass, gray in the gray mist-light, hung
From the side of a jaw, unmoving.
You would think that nothing would ever again happen.
That may be a way to love God.
When you have forgotten your way and it seems like nothing in thw world has meaning or is moving remember that God is every where and he is the creator of life so he is every thing, and when all seems lost and you think that nothing would ever happen again that is a way to remember your love for God because one’s love for God is strongest when they lose faith but remember that God has a plan.
A Way To Love God