Comments about Martin Goldberg
The poet dreams... his mind takes flight; fantasy.
For what? Illumination. Tell us, oh muse,
what hath God in mind for mortal man?
Shall we sing a song of praise?
Or has the book been closed upon us?
Deep within the mystic mind moves the poet.
Searching. Seeking. Soaring.
Piercing the veil.
Suddenly... the lightning flash.
The poet speaks... What hath God in mind for mortal man?
Listen: the stars sing. Can you hear the tune? Ohm.
Life remains an open book. Turn a page. Take a look.
For deep within your healing heart, a God of ...