I normally despise writing in rhyme, but I tried to write a sonnet. Wanna hear it? here it go…


I cannot sleep for you will haunt my dreams
And whisper words of aching in the night.
The pure light of your eyes and how they gleam
Will shatter the black until morning’s light.
Time has not pow’r to pierce this throe inside,
I know my soul will always long for yours.
And though the flame you feel not scars my pride,
I’ll fight for you ‘til the last of love’s wars.
Like a blinded fool I’ll charge on heart first,
And brace for the pain that I know must be.
It’s then I’ll fall from this love’s hurtful thirst,
And welcome the night that will embrace me.
So sleep I’ll find when at this journey’s end,
And this ache inside will finally mend.

©Jeffrey Alan McMorrough

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Rough

What makes you feel special?

A look?

A touch?

Attention given?

 

What happens when those things are absent?

When the path is rough and you walk it alone?

 

Let me find my worth in You.
All others disappoint.

 

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Numbers and Ramblings.

The next number is a big one. Well, maybe not in the grand scheme of things, but even 10 years ago, 36 seemed like an eternity away.  It’s tough to not look back and sort of…judge… your life, your progress, your contribution.  The tough part is, we’re probably in the worst position to make an accurate assessment of those things. However, we do it. I do it. More than I admit.

As kids, we all saw ourselves as stars in a grand adventure. The sword wielding hero, the laser shooting space pilot, someone important…in a grand story. We all thought it would somehow play out that way. At least I did. Silly?

As Christians, we’re told that we are important. That we are in a grand story. The trouble is, it often doesn’t feel that way. It often doesn’t look that way. We keep looking around the bend for the next chapter to unfold its grand tale. What do we do when it doesn’t?

I ask myself questions. Where are you getting your worth? Um, from God, of course.

 Really? Really, Jeff? Well…ok, maybe I’m looking in other places…the faces of people I meet…the praise of your peers… time and words from friends…other places. Places that can sometimes run dry for months, even years at a time.

Who are you? Who do you want to be?

Am I an actor? Well, it’s been awhile since I’ve actually done any acting. Photographer?  Mmmm, requests for my services are few and far between.  Graphic Designer?  I do it but…

Wait, Christian. Yeah, there it is. I’m always that. No matter how I feel or what I do.

Is that who you really want to be? Really?

Yes.

If I could mark a box “Warrior for Christ,” that’s the box I’d mark. That’s who I want to be.

More than the others.

I want to make a mark.

Not just any mark.  A mark with meaning.  

 

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Road Rash

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There are these days when you look around and wonder.

You think back and look for the turn you missed.

You look forward but can’t really see what’s next.

You want to go.
But you can’t.

You wonder silly things.

“Does anyone think of me?”

Lies abound.

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Fool

Certain songs.
A specific image.
A glass of wine.
And my mind can only think of you.
A picture of you with me wherever I am.
I don’t think you know that I knew too late.
I don’t think you knew that those words
were all about you.

Maybe it’s only hindsight.
Rose colored glasses covering the
Ordinary with a sheen of wonderful.

Maybe it’s only the wine,
Or the song,
Or the picture in my mind.

But the hollow pain feels real.
A place down deep reserved for
Butterflys caused by the sight of you.

Or maybe I’m just a fool.
One who will never know until it does No good to know.

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One of those days

We all have low-self esteem moments. (Well, I think we all do) I have one from tonight that should be in a movie or something.
Here’s the picture: I’m feeling fairly bummed about some things when I decide to get some food because I haven’t eaten all day. I’m in line thinking about the things that are bumming me out when I notice the guy at the counter in front of me is all built and has really low body fat. He’s in his gym clothes. “man, I need to get to the gym,” I think. He’s also young and handsome. Cue the self-judgment. The cute girl waiting on him is smiling really big. “She never smiles at me,” I think. Increase the self-judgement. So here I am feeling like crap when I look down and realize that I had stepped in some and it’s also smeared on my leg. “Really?”, I think. Really.

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Reptiles in my Room and Other Odd Dreams

I don’t know whats going on with my wacky subconscious, but I had THREE weird dreams last night.
Wanna hear about them? Of course the four of you who read this do!

Dream 1: I’m at some huge A.D. Players Event/reunion. All of my friends are there but I’m extraordinarily sad. Like I could FEEL IT for real. No one would would talk to me. I kept trying to sit by and talk to one particular blonde that I have great affection for but she kept ignoring me.

Dream 2: I’m a part of a truck driving company. We stop at this huge boarding house place. I can’t find a room to sleep in. I’m wandering around trying to find a place to sleep and I’m so tired but I can’t find anything. Edward James Olmos was there. He got a good bed. I ended up trying to design a graphic to save a young girls life. I have no idea.

Dream 3: I’m in my bedroom trying to catch a grasshopper. It vanishes but there is a big lizard. I’m not sure what kind it is but it seems friendly or maybe just wants to bite me. Then there are snakes. I’m trying to figure out how to get them all out and I wake up.

These dreams are like a double rainbow. What do they mean?!

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stream-in-my-consciousness

This isn’t about anything specific. It’s more about a culmination of things over the past several years. People always leave. I guess that’s part of life. Maybe sometimes it’s for the best. I know some people leave because they choose to do so. Not like leave town, but leave being in your life. Maybe it’s what they need. Maybe I didn’t do the right things. I think I try to be true to what I feel but the truth is I move slowly. Even when I want to move fast, I’m afraid of the wrong move. Even when I think I know, I rarely do. There’s always a question or two or three in the back of my mind. “Is this good for me?” “What do I really feel?” “How can I even know?” I rarely know much. Except that I want to get it right. I have this picture in my head of a cosmic playbook, a heavenly prop list, a way my life is supposed to work out. I certainly can’t see it, but I tend to think it’s there. I’d like to stick to it if I can. I figure His plans for me are way better than anything I can come up with myself. Sometimes it’s hard to think that everything has happened for a reason when you don’t think that much has happened. I don’t like regret. But an age that begins with 3 or higher tends to make one wonder about the validity of past choices. Lately, what-ifs have been to frequent to appear in my head. I don’t want to think that the grass is greener. I don’t want to look at the grass. I want to look up.

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Thoughts like rain

I’m not sure if it’s my age, being a dottering old thirty something, or the weather, surprisingly cool, or this sentence, full of commas, but I’ve been rather nostalgic today.  Not, nostalgic like I want to go play goonies in the woods (well, maybe) but more like remembering choices and how they’ve brought me here. Maybe it’s dangerous, entertaining a headful of what ifs, but I can’t help it, a least for ten or fifteen minutes, so I’m thinking onto a keyboard.

I’m not one to shut doors and lock them. I think God can do what He wants when He wants. Just because something didn’t work out when YOU thought it should or would if it was going to, doesn’t mean it can’t later, when HIS timing is right.

However, there are some things that become so small in the rearview mirror of life, that you’re pretty certain they’re gone. Like I was in love with this one girl from seventh grade until maybe tenth or more. She’s never knew, never felt the same and is now married, so that’s not gonna suddenly come back around.

But there are those choices that haunt you. Those circumstances that make you wonder if your path has been altered. They make you fear that somehow, someway, you’ve managed to mangle God’s plan for you beyond all recognition.

Faith says it’s not really possible. Rain and fear and loneliness make it seem a possibility.

I know the past is often not the gold we see, but rather gold plate, covering a very plain surface. It’s easy to romanticize what you didn’t do or what you don’t have. but it’s also easy to wonder if you missed the boat.

I guess that’s where I sit. Wondering. I feel like I’ve written all of this before, and I probably have, but I only know to cling to His promise – the one about all things working together for good.

I have to believe that “all things” includes my regrets and my failures. I just wish I could see a little of the big picture from down here. Dottering thirty somethings need to know.

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Best. Trailer. Ever. (PG-13 FYI)

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