A Voice on Fleming Road

I watched the rays of sunlight spill unto my carpet.
Lifting my head I stared at the window for a long time.
Then I parted the shades and peered out.
Overhanging branches of the big pine tree obstructed my view.
My gaze moved between the branches and dangling moss,
and I looked past the thick white clouds overhead.
Into the deep blueness of the sky; so I followed the path of light.
Traced it as far as I could towards its source.
Way beyond my ken. . . somewhere out there was God.