The hollow air, the concern, the question
  where, oh where are You, how long must we wait
To be reassured, to know Your loving hand
  it is only hollow air which responds, not arms
We have asked the question over the years
  when we meet death, when we don't understand
Our hands upheld, outreached hoping for some
  magic answer and feel the emptiness of it all
Yet somehow the answer is a touching from
  within the shell and core of our own emptiness
Response of like calling to like and recognizing
  we will not know here, have faith and go