The Poet - Poem by 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 love is what you've got
and if you find God's Mystery Key, the life you want is what you'll see.
When the dust settles... A poet came. A poet went.
His rhymes, some say, were heaven sent.
So if you solve the Key of Life, your mind will soon be free from strife.
Then sing a song of praise and dream
of poets, God and Mystery Keys.
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