My new body, heart beating and blood flowing

Your unique body, hormones and thoughts and breaths taken,

Now clothed with purpose

Wrapped warmly in divine meaning,

Meant for the Lord as a vessel of honor;

Grown within a mother’s womb

Spirit created by the Creator,

Shape and form made by invisible hands

Foreknown, most intricate, most delicate

Mysteries of beauty in treasures developed

Even respiratory, circulatory, and nervous systems

Yet to be fully lived out

Or understood.

Another human temple meant to honor the Lord of heaven and earth

To stand in strength

To rise above this world

And walk the Way of Life in Messiah’s Truth

The Shepherd’s walk of triumph

Victory in faith just as the Faithful One,

The path of life over death;

Purity of spirit, soul and body

The beauty of a woman’s form

With inner strengths and sensitive intuitions,

A man in stature and…

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The Personal Blog of Dr. Shahzéb Najam

They sat in silence, watching night fall over the brambles. A flock of distant animals could be heard on the horizon, and a woman’s inconsolable voice calling them by name, one by one, until it was dark.

Gabriel García Márquez, Of Love and Other Demons

They say Magellan once dreamt of Maccu Picchu,

burning in the moonlight and an orphan-king who

roamed the forsaken streets with a broken crown

as his tears mingled with the lashing rain. They say

Magellan never awoke from that dream and spent

the rest of his life searching for the ruined city. On

the night before his death, they say he scribbled a

last entry into his journal. Somewhere in South

America, he wrote, an orphan-king wed an orphan-queen

and they were orphans no more. They lived in great

happiness and their rule was just and wise. But the

conquistadors came one day and…

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