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
Getting older changes a person.
Not always on the outside, although the mirror will gladly remind you about that every single morning. No, it changes you deep down where nobody else can see. The things that once seemed so important slowly drift away like smoke in the wind. Money, status, impressing people, being right all the time - one day you wake up and realize most of it doesn't mean much anymore.
Instead, life becomes quieter. More personal. You start caring more about kindness. About helping people when you can. About understanding instead of arguing. About peace instead of noise. And somewhere along the way, without even planning it, I found myself saying the same prayer several times a day.
Not a fancy prayer. Not one filled with giant words or perfect sentences. Just four simple thoughts. "I thank you Jesus. I love you Jesus. I believe in you Jesus. And I wish you peace Jesus."
That's it. Simple. But to me, those words carry the weight of the world. The first part is easy.
THANK YOU JESUS. How could I not thank Him? Look around for five seconds. The beauty in this world is staggering if you actually stop long enough to notice it. The sunrise that somehow paints the sky differently every morning. The sound of rain tapping against a window. A child laughing so hard milk shoots out of their nose. Mountains. Oceans. Music. Dogs lose their minds because you walked through the front door.
How can you not be thankful for all of it? People spend so much time focusing on how bad everything is that they completely miss how much good is still sitting right in front of them.
Thank Him for grace. Thank Him for love. Thank Him for getting you through days you thought would crush you. Thank Him because honestly… it's the right thing to do.
Then comes the part that humbles me most.
I LOVE YOU JESUS. You know what's funny? When we're younger, we think we're too busy for everything. Too busy to slow down. Too busy to think. Too busy to pray. Too busy to simply whisper, "Hey Jesus… I love you."
But the second life punches us directly in the face? Oh, suddenly we remember how to pray real quick. Funny how that works. We call out to Him in hospitals. During heartbreak. During fear.
During loss. Yet somehow, during the good moments, we forget to say those same words. I love you. That seems backwards to me now. Because if someone gave you literally everything - life, breath, hope, second chances - wouldn't you want them to know you loved them?
Even as human beings, we light up hearing those words. So, imagine how meaningful it must be to simply say: "I love you Jesus."
And then comes the part people argue about the most.
I BELIEVE IN YOU JESUS. Honestly, I don't even know how someone can look at this world and not believe there's something greater than us.
The stars at night. The first snowflake falling out of a silent sky. A bird singing like it forgot the world was broken. A newborn baby crying for the very first time. You can stand at the ocean and feel completely insignificant in the best possible way. How do you not feel something?
How do you not believe? Sometimes I think people spend so much time trying to explain everything that they forget to simply feel it. To open their eyes. To let wonder back into their hearts. Because whether people want to admit it or not, there is beauty everywhere. And beauty comes from somewhere.
Then finally comes the strangest part of my prayer. The part people laugh at when I say it.
I WISH YOU PEACE JESUS. At first, it sounds ridiculous. How in the world do you wish peace to the Son of God? But think about it for a second. Billions of people pray to Him every single day.
Billions. People crying. Begging. Hurting. Pleading. Asking. Questioning. Wars. Violence. Chaos. Fear. The whole world spinning like a washing machine that lost its mind. And somehow through all of it, Jesus still listens. Still loves. Still cares.
Honestly, the thought alone exhausts me. I get tired trying to figure out what I want for dinner.
Meanwhile, Jesus carries the weight of humanity itself. So yes…I wish Him peace. I wish Him quiet. I wish Him one peaceful moment away from this loud and often heartbreaking world.
Maybe that sounds foolish. Maybe it sounds silly. But it comes from love. And at this stage of my life, I've learned something important: If a prayer comes from love, then it probably matters more than we realize.
Not always on the outside, although the mirror will gladly remind you about that every single morning. No, it changes you deep down where nobody else can see. The things that once seemed so important slowly drift away like smoke in the wind. Money, status, impressing people, being right all the time - one day you wake up and realize most of it doesn't mean much anymore.
Instead, life becomes quieter. More personal. You start caring more about kindness. About helping people when you can. About understanding instead of arguing. About peace instead of noise. And somewhere along the way, without even planning it, I found myself saying the same prayer several times a day.
Not a fancy prayer. Not one filled with giant words or perfect sentences. Just four simple thoughts. "I thank you Jesus. I love you Jesus. I believe in you Jesus. And I wish you peace Jesus."
That's it. Simple. But to me, those words carry the weight of the world. The first part is easy.
THANK YOU JESUS. How could I not thank Him? Look around for five seconds. The beauty in this world is staggering if you actually stop long enough to notice it. The sunrise that somehow paints the sky differently every morning. The sound of rain tapping against a window. A child laughing so hard milk shoots out of their nose. Mountains. Oceans. Music. Dogs lose their minds because you walked through the front door.
How can you not be thankful for all of it? People spend so much time focusing on how bad everything is that they completely miss how much good is still sitting right in front of them.
Thank Him for grace. Thank Him for love. Thank Him for getting you through days you thought would crush you. Thank Him because honestly… it's the right thing to do.
Then comes the part that humbles me most.
I LOVE YOU JESUS. You know what's funny? When we're younger, we think we're too busy for everything. Too busy to slow down. Too busy to think. Too busy to pray. Too busy to simply whisper, "Hey Jesus… I love you."
But the second life punches us directly in the face? Oh, suddenly we remember how to pray real quick. Funny how that works. We call out to Him in hospitals. During heartbreak. During fear.
During loss. Yet somehow, during the good moments, we forget to say those same words. I love you. That seems backwards to me now. Because if someone gave you literally everything - life, breath, hope, second chances - wouldn't you want them to know you loved them?
Even as human beings, we light up hearing those words. So, imagine how meaningful it must be to simply say: "I love you Jesus."
And then comes the part people argue about the most.
I BELIEVE IN YOU JESUS. Honestly, I don't even know how someone can look at this world and not believe there's something greater than us.
The stars at night. The first snowflake falling out of a silent sky. A bird singing like it forgot the world was broken. A newborn baby crying for the very first time. You can stand at the ocean and feel completely insignificant in the best possible way. How do you not feel something?
How do you not believe? Sometimes I think people spend so much time trying to explain everything that they forget to simply feel it. To open their eyes. To let wonder back into their hearts. Because whether people want to admit it or not, there is beauty everywhere. And beauty comes from somewhere.
Then finally comes the strangest part of my prayer. The part people laugh at when I say it.
I WISH YOU PEACE JESUS. At first, it sounds ridiculous. How in the world do you wish peace to the Son of God? But think about it for a second. Billions of people pray to Him every single day.
Billions. People crying. Begging. Hurting. Pleading. Asking. Questioning. Wars. Violence. Chaos. Fear. The whole world spinning like a washing machine that lost its mind. And somehow through all of it, Jesus still listens. Still loves. Still cares.
Honestly, the thought alone exhausts me. I get tired trying to figure out what I want for dinner.
Meanwhile, Jesus carries the weight of humanity itself. So yes…I wish Him peace. I wish Him quiet. I wish Him one peaceful moment away from this loud and often heartbreaking world.
Maybe that sounds foolish. Maybe it sounds silly. But it comes from love. And at this stage of my life, I've learned something important: If a prayer comes from love, then it probably matters more than we realize.
