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A HISTOLOGICAL POEM OF LIFE


Browsing through my archive of writings, I stumbled on a poem which was written about 2months ago.  2013 is almost over and God’s been faithful through the years… this is a small token of appreciation to him who was, who is and who is to come.
This poem is based on Psalms 19. Enjoy!
The cells declare the glory of God; and all connective tissues show and proclaim his handiwork
Day after day pours forth speech, and night after night shows knowledge
There is neither speech nor spoken word (from the nerves); their voices are not heard!
Yet their voices (in evidence) go out through all the earth, their sayings to the end of the world,
Of connective tissue (comprising cells) has God made a tent for the brain (meninges: connective tissue layers) which is as a bridegroom coming out of his chamber; and it rejoices as a strong man to run his course
The brain traverses its tent, receives input from all body areas (sensory function), its going forth (motor function) is from the end of all cells, and it circuits to the ends of it; and nothing (yes, no one) is hidden from the heat of it (via the impulses it receives, integrates and sends)
The law (creation) of the Lord is perfect, restoring the (whole) person; the testimony (intricate measurements and design of body parts) of the Lord is sure, making wise the simple
The precepts (principles with which he made the body) of the Lord are right, rejoicing the heart (pumping adequate blood to and fro the heart)
The commandment (exchange of information between the brain and eyes) of the Lord is pure and bright; enlightening the eyes
The (reverent) fear of the Lord is clean, enduring forever; the ordinances of the Lord are true and righteous altogether
Moreover, by them is Your servant warned (reminded, illuminated and instructed about how your word completely correlates with the bodily structure, function and dysfunctions)
Who can discern (search) his lapses and errors (every internal uncleaniness or sin that could have caused sickness/illness)?
Clear me from hidden (and unconscious) faults (Let there be a cathartic effect on my internal body environment- that there may be true homeostasis!)
Keep back your servant also from presumptuous sins; let them not have dominion over me! (keep me from presumptive suggestions that I am in good health in the absence of quality body care and regular check-ups. Help me not to live in ignorance!)
Then I shall be innocent and clear of great transgression (Then, I shall not bring upon myself, preventable ailments)
Let the words of my mouth (the words proceeding from my inferiormost cranial aperture) and the meditation of my heart (the electrical activities of my heart) be acceptable in your sight, O Lord, my (firm, impenetrable) rock

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