Garnet Lake Poem by Chas Weeden

I pause to listen to the silence -
I am one with the million befores
and the afters and at great peace
amid the soundless, immense harmonies.

I become the rhythm of the spheres
and part of that oneness orchestration,
both absorbed and apart in a light,
too orderly to be but blind chance.

There must be purpose to the whole
that transcends reason and goes beyond
the despair of nothing.I become the Cosmos
not the chaos and within I am part.

There is a miracle to existence
and its exquisite, ephemeral beauty.
To hike to Garnet Lake is to be without,
wherein, without, I find my within.