What words do to me every week?

Sure to light a smile:

I turned to speak to God,

About the world’s despair;

But to make bad matters worse,

I found God wasn’t there.

God turned to speak to me

(Don’t anybody laugh)

God found I wasn’t there—

At least not over half.

-Not All There, Robert Frost

 I was reminded of Ruskin Bond's The Eyes are not here, though both aren't exactly related.