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 is something strange about the way we live our lives. We spend today worrying about tomorrow. We worry about next week, next month, and next year. We build calendars, make plans, chase dreams, and promise ourselves that one day we will finally slow down. One day we will visit that old friend. One day we will sit on the porch a little longer. One day we will tell our children and grandchildren just how much they mean to us. One day we will walk along the ocean, watch the sunrise, or simply sit quietly and listen to the birds sing. The problem with "one day" is that it is never promised. God never guaranteed us tomorrow. He only gave us today. Today is His gift. That is why they call it the present.
Some mornings the sun rises with colors so beautiful that no artist could ever paint them. The breeze blows gently across your face as if Heaven itself is whispering that everything will be all right. The trees sway together like an orchestra directed by the Creator Himself. Birds fly from branch to branch without worrying about retirement, mortgages, doctor's appointments, or what tomorrow might bring. They simply trust the One who made them.
When was the last time you truly noticed any of it? Not just looked. Not just glanced. But stopped long enough to let it soak into your soul. We race through our days believing we are accomplishing something important, yet many of us are running right past the greatest blessings God has already placed in front of us. We hurry through breakfast. We rush through conversations. We cut phone calls short. We promise to visit another day. We tell someone, "I'll come by next week." We say, "We'll have plenty of time." Then one day that phone rings. Someone is gone. The visit never happened. The hug was never given. The words "I love you" were left unsaid. And suddenly we would give anything to have just one more ordinary afternoon.
The truth is, ordinary days are extraordinary gifts. A cup of coffee on the porch. A child laughing. Holding your wife's hand. Watching your dog chase a squirrel across the yard. Feeling the rain on your face. Looking up at a sky filled with stars. Reading a few verses from God's Word before the house wakes up. These moments may seem small, but they are treasures that money could never buy.
God has surrounded us with miracles so often that we have become used to them. Maybe that is why He asks us to be thankful. Gratitude opens our eyes.It reminds us that every heartbeat is a blessing.Every sunrise is another opportunity. Every conversation could become a memory. Every hug could be the last one we ever give. That isn't meant to frighten us. It is meant to wake us up. Life was never meant to be a race to the finish line. It was meant to be a journey walked beside the One who created us. Jesus never hurried past people. He stopped.He listened. He healed. He loved. He noticed the people everyone else overlooked. Maybe we should do the same. Call someone you have been meaning to call. Visit your parents if you still can. Sit with your children without looking at the clock. Tell your husband or wife how grateful you are. Forgive someone. Laugh a little louder. Pray a little longer. Watch another sunset. Thank God for another morning. These are not wasted moments. These are life itself. When our final day arrives, I doubt many of us will wish we had spent more time worrying. We won't wish we had answered one more email or cleaned the garage one more time. We will wish we had loved more deeply. Laughed more often. Forgiven more quickly. Trusted God more completely. And appreciated the simple gifts that had been there all along.
None of us knows how many pages remain in our story. Only God knows that. But we do know this... We have today. Today to smile. Today to forgive. Today to help someone. Today to tell the people we love exactly how much they mean to us. Today to thank Jesus for walking beside us through every mountain and every valley. Tomorrow may come. I pray that it does. But if it doesn't, may we never have to say, "I wish I had taken the time." Because the greatest lesson life will ever teach us is beautifully simple. We spend so much of our lives chasing tomorrow that we forget to live today.
When all is said and done... We Only Have Today.
Some mornings the sun rises with colors so beautiful that no artist could ever paint them. The breeze blows gently across your face as if Heaven itself is whispering that everything will be all right. The trees sway together like an orchestra directed by the Creator Himself. Birds fly from branch to branch without worrying about retirement, mortgages, doctor's appointments, or what tomorrow might bring. They simply trust the One who made them.
When was the last time you truly noticed any of it? Not just looked. Not just glanced. But stopped long enough to let it soak into your soul. We race through our days believing we are accomplishing something important, yet many of us are running right past the greatest blessings God has already placed in front of us. We hurry through breakfast. We rush through conversations. We cut phone calls short. We promise to visit another day. We tell someone, "I'll come by next week." We say, "We'll have plenty of time." Then one day that phone rings. Someone is gone. The visit never happened. The hug was never given. The words "I love you" were left unsaid. And suddenly we would give anything to have just one more ordinary afternoon.
The truth is, ordinary days are extraordinary gifts. A cup of coffee on the porch. A child laughing. Holding your wife's hand. Watching your dog chase a squirrel across the yard. Feeling the rain on your face. Looking up at a sky filled with stars. Reading a few verses from God's Word before the house wakes up. These moments may seem small, but they are treasures that money could never buy.
God has surrounded us with miracles so often that we have become used to them. Maybe that is why He asks us to be thankful. Gratitude opens our eyes.It reminds us that every heartbeat is a blessing.Every sunrise is another opportunity. Every conversation could become a memory. Every hug could be the last one we ever give. That isn't meant to frighten us. It is meant to wake us up. Life was never meant to be a race to the finish line. It was meant to be a journey walked beside the One who created us. Jesus never hurried past people. He stopped.He listened. He healed. He loved. He noticed the people everyone else overlooked. Maybe we should do the same. Call someone you have been meaning to call. Visit your parents if you still can. Sit with your children without looking at the clock. Tell your husband or wife how grateful you are. Forgive someone. Laugh a little louder. Pray a little longer. Watch another sunset. Thank God for another morning. These are not wasted moments. These are life itself. When our final day arrives, I doubt many of us will wish we had spent more time worrying. We won't wish we had answered one more email or cleaned the garage one more time. We will wish we had loved more deeply. Laughed more often. Forgiven more quickly. Trusted God more completely. And appreciated the simple gifts that had been there all along.
None of us knows how many pages remain in our story. Only God knows that. But we do know this... We have today. Today to smile. Today to forgive. Today to help someone. Today to tell the people we love exactly how much they mean to us. Today to thank Jesus for walking beside us through every mountain and every valley. Tomorrow may come. I pray that it does. But if it doesn't, may we never have to say, "I wish I had taken the time." Because the greatest lesson life will ever teach us is beautifully simple. We spend so much of our lives chasing tomorrow that we forget to live today.
When all is said and done... We Only Have Today.
