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 time in some people's lives when the darkness becomes so heavy that even getting out of bed feels like climbing a mountain. It isn't always because they have done something wrong. Sometimes life simply becomes too much. The bills pile up. The phone stops ringing. Friends disappear. The laughter that once filled the room quietly slips away until all that remains is silence. For one man, that silence had become unbearable.
He sat alone in an old wooden chair as the evening sun disappeared behind the distant hills. His coffee had long since grown cold, but he never noticed. His eyes stared toward Heaven, hoping that somehow...someone was listening. His heart had become tired. His spirit had become weak. His hope had almost disappeared. For days he had prayed. For weeks he had waited. For months he had wondered. And still... Nothing. Finally, he could hold it in no longer.
He stood to his feet, looked toward the darkening sky, and with tears streaming down his face, cried with every ounce of strength he had left. "Hey, Jesus... Do You hear me now? Can You hear this broken old man? Have I become invisible to You? Did I disappoint You so much that You turned Your back on me? What did I do? Where did I go wrong? I'm hurting. I'm scared. I'm lost. I'm tired of pretending I'm okay. I don't know how much farther I can go. Please... If You're there... Just let me know. Say something. Anything." His voice echoed across the valley before disappearing into the evening air.
Again, there was only silence. The man slowly fell to his knees. He buried his face in his trembling hands. His shoulders shook as he cried harder than he had cried in years. He wasn't embarrassed anymore. He wasn't trying to be strong anymore. He was simply broken. The thoughts racing through his mind frightened him. He wondered if tomorrow would ever come. He wondered if anyone would even notice if he were gone. He wondered if God had simply forgotten his name.
With what little strength remained, he whispered one last prayer. "Jesus... Please... Do You hear me now?" For a moment... Nothing. Then... The wind gently moved across the trees. The evening became strangely peaceful. The fear inside him slowly began to loosen its grip. And then... A voice. Not loud. Not frightening. Not angry. Gentle. Loving. Full of mercy. "My child... I have heard every prayer you have ever prayed. I have caught every tear that has fallen from your eyes. I have never left you. Not for one second." The man slowly lifted his head. "Then why couldn't I hear You?" Jesus answered softly. "Because pain is loud. Fear is loud. Depression is loud. Loneliness is loud. Sometimes they shout so loudly that My whisper becomes difficult to hear. But I have never stopped speaking." The man wept once more. "But I'm so tired." "I know." "I feel so alone." "I know." "I don't think I'm strong enough anymore." "You don't have to be. That is why I am here."
The man lowered his eyes. "I thought maybe You had thrown me away." Jesus answered immediately. "I could never throw away someone I died to save. You are My child. I knew you before you were born. I have walked beside you through every mountain, every valley, every disappointment, and every tear. Even when you believed you were walking alone... You were never alone." The man closed his eyes as peace slowly settled over his troubled heart. "What do I do now?" he quietly asked. Jesus smiled. "Tomorrow morning... Get up. Make yourself a cup of coffee. Talk to Me again. Not because everything has been fixed overnight... But because hope has returned. Take one step. Then another. Leave tomorrow to Me. You only need enough strength for today.
" The man wiped away his tears. For the first time in what seemed like forever... He smiled. Not because every problem had disappeared. Not because life had suddenly become easy. But because he finally understood something he had forgotten. God's silence is not God's absence. Sometimes He is working in places our eyes cannot see. Sometimes His greatest miracle is simply sitting beside us while we cry.
As dawn broke the following morning, the old man stood on his porch holding a warm cup of coffee. He looked toward Heaven. This time he wasn't shouting. He simply smiled. "Good morning, Jesus."
And somewhere beyond the sunrise... Love smiled back. For no child of God is ever forgotten. Not yesterday. Not today. Not ever.
He sat alone in an old wooden chair as the evening sun disappeared behind the distant hills. His coffee had long since grown cold, but he never noticed. His eyes stared toward Heaven, hoping that somehow...someone was listening. His heart had become tired. His spirit had become weak. His hope had almost disappeared. For days he had prayed. For weeks he had waited. For months he had wondered. And still... Nothing. Finally, he could hold it in no longer.
He stood to his feet, looked toward the darkening sky, and with tears streaming down his face, cried with every ounce of strength he had left. "Hey, Jesus... Do You hear me now? Can You hear this broken old man? Have I become invisible to You? Did I disappoint You so much that You turned Your back on me? What did I do? Where did I go wrong? I'm hurting. I'm scared. I'm lost. I'm tired of pretending I'm okay. I don't know how much farther I can go. Please... If You're there... Just let me know. Say something. Anything." His voice echoed across the valley before disappearing into the evening air.
Again, there was only silence. The man slowly fell to his knees. He buried his face in his trembling hands. His shoulders shook as he cried harder than he had cried in years. He wasn't embarrassed anymore. He wasn't trying to be strong anymore. He was simply broken. The thoughts racing through his mind frightened him. He wondered if tomorrow would ever come. He wondered if anyone would even notice if he were gone. He wondered if God had simply forgotten his name.
With what little strength remained, he whispered one last prayer. "Jesus... Please... Do You hear me now?" For a moment... Nothing. Then... The wind gently moved across the trees. The evening became strangely peaceful. The fear inside him slowly began to loosen its grip. And then... A voice. Not loud. Not frightening. Not angry. Gentle. Loving. Full of mercy. "My child... I have heard every prayer you have ever prayed. I have caught every tear that has fallen from your eyes. I have never left you. Not for one second." The man slowly lifted his head. "Then why couldn't I hear You?" Jesus answered softly. "Because pain is loud. Fear is loud. Depression is loud. Loneliness is loud. Sometimes they shout so loudly that My whisper becomes difficult to hear. But I have never stopped speaking." The man wept once more. "But I'm so tired." "I know." "I feel so alone." "I know." "I don't think I'm strong enough anymore." "You don't have to be. That is why I am here."
The man lowered his eyes. "I thought maybe You had thrown me away." Jesus answered immediately. "I could never throw away someone I died to save. You are My child. I knew you before you were born. I have walked beside you through every mountain, every valley, every disappointment, and every tear. Even when you believed you were walking alone... You were never alone." The man closed his eyes as peace slowly settled over his troubled heart. "What do I do now?" he quietly asked. Jesus smiled. "Tomorrow morning... Get up. Make yourself a cup of coffee. Talk to Me again. Not because everything has been fixed overnight... But because hope has returned. Take one step. Then another. Leave tomorrow to Me. You only need enough strength for today.
" The man wiped away his tears. For the first time in what seemed like forever... He smiled. Not because every problem had disappeared. Not because life had suddenly become easy. But because he finally understood something he had forgotten. God's silence is not God's absence. Sometimes He is working in places our eyes cannot see. Sometimes His greatest miracle is simply sitting beside us while we cry.
As dawn broke the following morning, the old man stood on his porch holding a warm cup of coffee. He looked toward Heaven. This time he wasn't shouting. He simply smiled. "Good morning, Jesus."
And somewhere beyond the sunrise... Love smiled back. For no child of God is ever forgotten. Not yesterday. Not today. Not ever.
