I could see the constellations
in the sparkle of your eyes.
I assumed that you were ready
to behold the brave o'rehanging firmament
the majestical roof
fretted with golden fire.
I thought that I could teach you
the music of the spheres.
Would you like to see
the universe tonight—the one
that spreads its blanket 
of a billion starlights over us?
Quickly the lights flickered from of your eyes.
Sadness spread across your face.
You clutched your little arms
to heart. Not yet. Not yet.
Suddenly, as grandmother,
I understood. Three year olds
have only just escaped the Void
into this Consciousness.
They are not ready
to look back just yet.
We older wiser souls are no longer afraid.
We eagerly let our thoughts fall up
into the welcoming arms
of forever.
At our age we can finally
bear the wonder.

Copyright by Dorothy K. Fletcher.
Used with the author's permission.