I beseech the Gods, their response remains unclear, In their enigmatic silence, do they hold me dear? Perhaps their intention lies in making me grow, In the trials they bestow, my inner strength may show.
Their elusive presence, a riddle I embrace, In their absence, I find courage to face the chase. As I navigate the labyrinth of tests they set in place, My spirit’s growth, a journey of boundless grace.
Do they listen to my pleas, or do they merely watch, In their mystical ways, they shape me, notch by notch. Through their cosmic quiet, I seek a path untrod, In the depths of uncertainty, I find the light of God.
So, I contemplate the Gods, their enigmatic role, As they mold my spirit, they beckon to my soul. With each unanswered prayer, I yearn to comprehend, In their cryptic design, I evolve and ascend.