Catalina's Milky Way Dreams(c) Re- Written 2024 - By The Depressed Poet, Doc Dalton
Shooting Stars and fast moving CarsRumble through the roads of my mindTick-e-ty Tock, the old sounds of the clockSay's it's almost a quarter past nine
The moons surely rising, the stars are a glidingAnd Mr. Sandman is ready to roamHurry off to bed and put your pillow under your headHe might just be visiting you tonight at homeDrifting off to sleep is such a wonderful featAdventures you'll enjoy on your ownMaking new friends on a journey to no endA secrete life that is yours all aloneDon't be afraid of those gobble lee goo'sOr those pirates drifting to sea on their boatsThere's no need to worry there just in your dreamsLike rainbow clouds and cotton candy floatsOh that sky's full of colors of make believe wondersExciting every step of the wayCan't you let me stay for just a little bit longerPlease, don't take my Dreams a wayTo see this through a child's eyesOn the path to where stars brightly beamThrough a different world of twist and twirlsWon't you come to my Milky Way DreamsWe could have so much funUnder an ice cream sun and laugh our time awaySing some M & M songs the whole day longUntil we awake to brand new day
Pluto say's hey kiddo don't get out of bedAs Snakel Puss laughs and says, ah it's OKKKKKKKKPopeye yell's, were gone in a minute after I eat me spinachPoo say's all aboard my Banana Split SleighOh that Sky's full of colors of make believe wondersExciting every step of the wayCan't you let me stay for just a little bit longerWorry not Catalina, we won't take your Dreams a way
To see this through a child's eyesOn the path to where stars brightly beamThrough a different world of twist and twirlsWon't you come to my Milky Way Dreams
Catalina say's, please come join me, on my Milky Way Dreams
There comes a point in some people's lives where the road simply disappears. You keep walking because you don't know what else to do, but somewhere along the way the path vanishes beneath your feet. You stand there looking in every direction, hoping to find even the smallest sign that tells you where to go next. Instead, all you find is silence.
That is where he found himself. He wasn't a bad man. He wasn't perfect either, but he had spent most of his life trying to do the right thing. He worked when there was work. He loved when there was love to give. He helped when someone needed a hand. Somewhere deep inside he believed those things mattered.Yet life had another plan.
One disappointment turned into another. One closed door became ten more. Friends faded away. Dreams grew old. His strength slowly slipped through his fingers like dry sand blowing across an old country road. Every morning became harder than the one before it.The worst part wasn't the pain. The worst part was believing that no one noticed. He would sit quietly with a cup of coffee growing cold beside him and wonder if anyone, anywhere, even knew he was still fighting. There were days when he spoke to no one except the walls around him. Those walls never answered back.
He prayed. Lord... where are You? Nothing. Jesus... I need You. Still nothing. Please... just let me know You hear me. Only silence. The silence became heavier than the burden he was carrying. He wasn't angry with Jesus. He was simply exhausted. He felt trapped somewhere between hopelessness and helplessness. Hope had packed its bags and left town. Help never seemed to arrive. Tomorrow looked exactly like yesterday, and yesterday hadn't been worth much.
His heart whispered words his mouth could barely say. "I don't know how much longer I can do this." He wasn't looking for riches. He wasn't asking for fame. He wasn't asking to win some great prize. He simply wanted one reason to believe tomorrow could be different. One reason. One tiny reason.
One evening he walked outside just before the sun disappeared beyond the trees. The sky was painted with shades of orange and gold, but even that beauty couldn't reach him. He leaned against an old wooden fence, looked toward Heaven, and with tears rolling down his face he finally spoke honestly. "Jesus... I have nothing left." "I have no hope." "I have no strength." "I have no answers." "If You're listening... I don't need a miracle anymore." "I just need You." Then he lowered his head. For several moments there was nothing but the wind moving through the trees. Then, somewhere deep inside-not through his ears, but through his heart-he heard a voice that felt stronger than thunder and gentler than a whisper.
"My child... I never left." The tears came harder. "Every step you thought you walked alone... I carried you." His hands began to shake. "The prayers you believed I ignored... I treasured." He closed his eyes. "Your pain did not push Me away. It brought Me closer." The voice continued.
"You keep asking Me to change your circumstances, while I have been quietly changing your heart. You believe you have reached the end of your road. I see the beginning of another one. Trust Me one more day. Then trust Me the next. I am already standing in the tomorrow that frightens you."
For the first time in a very long while... He breathed. Not because all of his problems disappeared. They didn't. Not because life suddenly became easy. It didn't. But because something inside him finally changed. Hope quietly walked back through the front door. Not the loud kind that shouts. The quiet kind that simply sits beside you and says, "We're going to make it through today." Sometimes Jesus doesn't remove the mountain. Sometimes He simply sits beside you until you find the strength to climb it. That evening, the man walked back into his little home carrying the same burdens he had taken outside. But somehow...They didn't feel quite as heavy. Because hopelessness had finally met hope. Helplessness had finally found the Helper. And for the first time in a long, long while... He believed tomorrow just might be worth seeing. Maybe that is how Jesus works. Not always by changing the road beneath our feet... But by reminding us we never walk it alone.
That is where he found himself. He wasn't a bad man. He wasn't perfect either, but he had spent most of his life trying to do the right thing. He worked when there was work. He loved when there was love to give. He helped when someone needed a hand. Somewhere deep inside he believed those things mattered.Yet life had another plan.
One disappointment turned into another. One closed door became ten more. Friends faded away. Dreams grew old. His strength slowly slipped through his fingers like dry sand blowing across an old country road. Every morning became harder than the one before it.The worst part wasn't the pain. The worst part was believing that no one noticed. He would sit quietly with a cup of coffee growing cold beside him and wonder if anyone, anywhere, even knew he was still fighting. There were days when he spoke to no one except the walls around him. Those walls never answered back.
He prayed. Lord... where are You? Nothing. Jesus... I need You. Still nothing. Please... just let me know You hear me. Only silence. The silence became heavier than the burden he was carrying. He wasn't angry with Jesus. He was simply exhausted. He felt trapped somewhere between hopelessness and helplessness. Hope had packed its bags and left town. Help never seemed to arrive. Tomorrow looked exactly like yesterday, and yesterday hadn't been worth much.
His heart whispered words his mouth could barely say. "I don't know how much longer I can do this." He wasn't looking for riches. He wasn't asking for fame. He wasn't asking to win some great prize. He simply wanted one reason to believe tomorrow could be different. One reason. One tiny reason.
One evening he walked outside just before the sun disappeared beyond the trees. The sky was painted with shades of orange and gold, but even that beauty couldn't reach him. He leaned against an old wooden fence, looked toward Heaven, and with tears rolling down his face he finally spoke honestly. "Jesus... I have nothing left." "I have no hope." "I have no strength." "I have no answers." "If You're listening... I don't need a miracle anymore." "I just need You." Then he lowered his head. For several moments there was nothing but the wind moving through the trees. Then, somewhere deep inside-not through his ears, but through his heart-he heard a voice that felt stronger than thunder and gentler than a whisper.
"My child... I never left." The tears came harder. "Every step you thought you walked alone... I carried you." His hands began to shake. "The prayers you believed I ignored... I treasured." He closed his eyes. "Your pain did not push Me away. It brought Me closer." The voice continued.
"You keep asking Me to change your circumstances, while I have been quietly changing your heart. You believe you have reached the end of your road. I see the beginning of another one. Trust Me one more day. Then trust Me the next. I am already standing in the tomorrow that frightens you."
For the first time in a very long while... He breathed. Not because all of his problems disappeared. They didn't. Not because life suddenly became easy. It didn't. But because something inside him finally changed. Hope quietly walked back through the front door. Not the loud kind that shouts. The quiet kind that simply sits beside you and says, "We're going to make it through today." Sometimes Jesus doesn't remove the mountain. Sometimes He simply sits beside you until you find the strength to climb it. That evening, the man walked back into his little home carrying the same burdens he had taken outside. But somehow...They didn't feel quite as heavy. Because hopelessness had finally met hope. Helplessness had finally found the Helper. And for the first time in a long, long while... He believed tomorrow just might be worth seeing. Maybe that is how Jesus works. Not always by changing the road beneath our feet... But by reminding us we never walk it alone.
