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
This is my story about faith. Not the kind handed to you, but the kind you wrestle with when everything feels unclear.
Confusion… That's where it starts.
People get scared when it comes to God. Not because they don't care- but because they don't know who to believe. There are so many voices. So many denominations. All sounding similar on the surface, but pulling in different directions underneath. Turn on the television- one man tells you what is right and wrong. Change the channel- another tells you something different. Some speak in ways so harsh, so complicated, it feels less like guidance and more like a test you were never taught to pass.
And then you hear the stories… leaders with hidden lives, hidden pasts- and you begin to wonder: Who do I trust? Who do I follow? Am I getting this wrong? And then a thought hits you-clear and unsettling: I can get to hell on my own. I don't need anyone's help getting me there."
So, you question everything.
Confession. A small box. A quiet voice. You speak your sins…and another man tells you what to do next. But deep down, something doesn't sit right. In my world…only God can forgive me. So why the middleman? We are told to have a personal relationship with God- yet somehow, we're also told how to think, how to act, how to feel.
And because of that… people become afraid. They feel unworthy. Not smart enough. Not good enough. So, they step back. Or they stay away. And that's the part that troubles me most- because there are so many people who want a connection with God…but don't know how to begin.
So, I did something simple. I stepped away. Not from God- but from the noise. I stopped trying to fit into someone else's version of faith and started building my own understanding. No title. No denomination. No approval needed. Just me… and God.
I am the only member of my church. And in that quiet place, I found something real. I believe in God. I believe in Jesus. I believe in right and wrong. I believe in kindness- in being good to others without needing recognition for it. I believe in prayer. In gratitude. In appreciating what I have- not chasing what I don't. I ask for guidance. I listen. And I walk my path the best I can. I am not perfect. I am not certain of everything. But I am grounded in what I believe. And that is enough for me.
So, I step off the noise, off the confusion, off the train that rushes without direction- and I walk at the pace meant for me. Not driven by fear. Not controlled by others. Just guided by faith. Because,
Confusion… That's where it starts.
People get scared when it comes to God. Not because they don't care- but because they don't know who to believe. There are so many voices. So many denominations. All sounding similar on the surface, but pulling in different directions underneath. Turn on the television- one man tells you what is right and wrong. Change the channel- another tells you something different. Some speak in ways so harsh, so complicated, it feels less like guidance and more like a test you were never taught to pass.
And then you hear the stories… leaders with hidden lives, hidden pasts- and you begin to wonder: Who do I trust? Who do I follow? Am I getting this wrong? And then a thought hits you-clear and unsettling: I can get to hell on my own. I don't need anyone's help getting me there."
So, you question everything.
Confession. A small box. A quiet voice. You speak your sins…and another man tells you what to do next. But deep down, something doesn't sit right. In my world…only God can forgive me. So why the middleman? We are told to have a personal relationship with God- yet somehow, we're also told how to think, how to act, how to feel.
And because of that… people become afraid. They feel unworthy. Not smart enough. Not good enough. So, they step back. Or they stay away. And that's the part that troubles me most- because there are so many people who want a connection with God…but don't know how to begin.
So, I did something simple. I stepped away. Not from God- but from the noise. I stopped trying to fit into someone else's version of faith and started building my own understanding. No title. No denomination. No approval needed. Just me… and God.
I am the only member of my church. And in that quiet place, I found something real. I believe in God. I believe in Jesus. I believe in right and wrong. I believe in kindness- in being good to others without needing recognition for it. I believe in prayer. In gratitude. In appreciating what I have- not chasing what I don't. I ask for guidance. I listen. And I walk my path the best I can. I am not perfect. I am not certain of everything. But I am grounded in what I believe. And that is enough for me.
So, I step off the noise, off the confusion, off the train that rushes without direction- and I walk at the pace meant for me. Not driven by fear. Not controlled by others. Just guided by faith. Because,
I AM A BELIEVER.
