The Gods Themselves

You'll pass through the dimmest recesses In darkness they'll want you to start But reasoning only oppresses— They'd rather you see with your heart

Sometimes my searching upsets them Their tempers are never the same But when they've consented, I've met them And always they've known me by name

Sometimes their fire comes willing When offering sweat as the spark The blaze can grow, laughing and thrilling But sometimes I'm left in the dark

You'll want to give up, you'll grow tired But don't let the chase go ignored The seeking is what they admire— The seeking is what they'll reward