Trustful mother


Deep black
Bright white
No lack
Mystery depth
(Are you waiting for me?)
Dots of clarity
(Ah, I can see that.)
Dark gifts are dark gifts
are dark until
they aren’t anymore.

May I?
What do you know?
about life.
And how can I have some?
of what you know.

The plaque reads:

mother of the living
to you we entrust
the cause of life.

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