Walter de la Mare wrote a fascinating little poem titled, "The Listeners." He wrote:

"Is anybody there?" asked the Traveler,
Knocking on the moonlight door;
And his horse in the silence chomped the grasses
Of the forest’s ferny floor;

And a bird flew up out of the turret,
Above the traveler’s head:
And he smote upon the door again a second time;
"Is anybody there?" he said.

But no one descended to the traveler,
No head from the leaf-fringed sill
Leaned over and looked into his gray eyes,
Where he stood perplexed and still.

Is anybody there? This is one of the long, agonizing questions of the ages when people have looked to the heavens and wondered about God. Thousands and thousands of people have stood in the silence and asked, "Is there anybody there?" If there is a God, where is he?…