Trustful mother

Deep black
Bright white
No lack
Alright
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.

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

The plaque reads:

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