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
The old pickup truck rattled down the lonely country road as Jacob stared through the windshield at another sunset he barely noticed.
Life had become something he simply survived. At one time, he had dreams. He had plans. He had faith that tomorrow would somehow be better than today. But somewhere along the way, life had taken a wrong turn. Bills piled up. Relationships fell apart. Friends disappeared. His body hurt more than it used to, and his heart carried scars no one could see. Every morning felt like a fight.Every night felt like a defeat.
And somewhere in the middle of all that pain, Jacob began to wonder if God had forgotten where he lived. He still prayed. At least he tried. Most of his prayers weren't fancy. They weren't the kind spoken in church. They were the desperate prayers of a tired man sitting alone on his front porch with a cup of cold coffee and tears he hoped nobody would ever see. "Lord," he whispered one evening, "if you're there, I sure could use a little help." But the silence that followed felt louder than any answer.
Days turned into weeks. Weeks turned into months. The struggles didn't stop. The road remained rough. The storms kept coming. One night, after what felt like the longest day of his life, Jacob stood beneath a sky full of stars and finally let everything out. He looked toward heaven and shouted. "I scream like hell to the heavens above! Asking for mercy, Lord, and your love! Do you hear me? Are you even there?"
The words echoed into the darkness. Then came the tears. Years of frustration. Years of disappointment. Years of feeling abandoned. For the first time, Jacob stopped trying to sound strong. He simply broke. And somewhere in that brokenness, something happened. Not a booming voice from heaven. Not a miracle. Not lightning flashing across the sky. Instead, a thought quietly settled into his heart. A simple truth. What if God had been there the entire time? What if the reason he was still standing wasn't because he was strong enough to carry the burden alone? What if every breath, every sunrise, every stranger who showed kindness, every moment he somehow survived was evidence that God never left? Jacob sat quietly as that thought rolled through his mind. Maybe God wasn't absent. Maybe God was carrying him through the parts of the journey he couldn't survive by himself.
For the first time in years, he prayed differently. Not begging. Not demanding. Not accusing. Just talking. The way a son talks to his father. The way a friend talks to another friend. "Lord," he said softly, "I know you're there. I may not understand why things happen the way they do, but help me trust you." The problems didn't magically disappear. The bills were still there. The pain was still there. Life was still life. But Jacob changed.
Each morning he began reading a little scripture. Each day he found one thing to be grateful for. Each evening he spent a few minutes talking with God. Little by little, the darkness lost its grip. The storms still came, but they no longer controlled him. He began helping others who were struggling. He shared his story. He listened more. Judged less. Prayed more. Complained less. The road was still bumpy, but now he could see where it was leading.
One afternoon, sitting beneath an old oak tree, Jacob smiled as he looked across the fields. Life wasn't perfect. Maybe it never would be. But he finally understood something that had taken him years to learn. Faith isn't believing God is with you only during the good times. Faith is believing He is standing beside you during the worst times too. The journey would continue. There would still be days when he stumbled. Days when he doubted. Days when he felt weak. But now he knew he wasn't walking alone. And as he rose to his feet and headed home, he whispered a quiet prayer.
"Two steps closer to heaven while falling one step closer to hell. That's how life sometimes feels. But with you beside me, Lord, I know which direction I'm headed."And for the first time in a very long while, Jacob felt at peace.
Life had become something he simply survived. At one time, he had dreams. He had plans. He had faith that tomorrow would somehow be better than today. But somewhere along the way, life had taken a wrong turn. Bills piled up. Relationships fell apart. Friends disappeared. His body hurt more than it used to, and his heart carried scars no one could see. Every morning felt like a fight.Every night felt like a defeat.
And somewhere in the middle of all that pain, Jacob began to wonder if God had forgotten where he lived. He still prayed. At least he tried. Most of his prayers weren't fancy. They weren't the kind spoken in church. They were the desperate prayers of a tired man sitting alone on his front porch with a cup of cold coffee and tears he hoped nobody would ever see. "Lord," he whispered one evening, "if you're there, I sure could use a little help." But the silence that followed felt louder than any answer.
Days turned into weeks. Weeks turned into months. The struggles didn't stop. The road remained rough. The storms kept coming. One night, after what felt like the longest day of his life, Jacob stood beneath a sky full of stars and finally let everything out. He looked toward heaven and shouted. "I scream like hell to the heavens above! Asking for mercy, Lord, and your love! Do you hear me? Are you even there?"
The words echoed into the darkness. Then came the tears. Years of frustration. Years of disappointment. Years of feeling abandoned. For the first time, Jacob stopped trying to sound strong. He simply broke. And somewhere in that brokenness, something happened. Not a booming voice from heaven. Not a miracle. Not lightning flashing across the sky. Instead, a thought quietly settled into his heart. A simple truth. What if God had been there the entire time? What if the reason he was still standing wasn't because he was strong enough to carry the burden alone? What if every breath, every sunrise, every stranger who showed kindness, every moment he somehow survived was evidence that God never left? Jacob sat quietly as that thought rolled through his mind. Maybe God wasn't absent. Maybe God was carrying him through the parts of the journey he couldn't survive by himself.
For the first time in years, he prayed differently. Not begging. Not demanding. Not accusing. Just talking. The way a son talks to his father. The way a friend talks to another friend. "Lord," he said softly, "I know you're there. I may not understand why things happen the way they do, but help me trust you." The problems didn't magically disappear. The bills were still there. The pain was still there. Life was still life. But Jacob changed.
Each morning he began reading a little scripture. Each day he found one thing to be grateful for. Each evening he spent a few minutes talking with God. Little by little, the darkness lost its grip. The storms still came, but they no longer controlled him. He began helping others who were struggling. He shared his story. He listened more. Judged less. Prayed more. Complained less. The road was still bumpy, but now he could see where it was leading.
One afternoon, sitting beneath an old oak tree, Jacob smiled as he looked across the fields. Life wasn't perfect. Maybe it never would be. But he finally understood something that had taken him years to learn. Faith isn't believing God is with you only during the good times. Faith is believing He is standing beside you during the worst times too. The journey would continue. There would still be days when he stumbled. Days when he doubted. Days when he felt weak. But now he knew he wasn't walking alone. And as he rose to his feet and headed home, he whispered a quiet prayer.
"Two steps closer to heaven while falling one step closer to hell. That's how life sometimes feels. But with you beside me, Lord, I know which direction I'm headed."And for the first time in a very long while, Jacob felt at peace.
