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 are people who can read a chapter of the Bible and immediately understand every word. Then there are people like the rest of us. We read. We reread. We scratch our heads. Sometimes we close the Book, look out the window, and quietly whisper, "Lord... I don't think I understand." If you've ever felt that way, you're not alone.
For many years, I believed everyone else seemed to understand Scripture better than I did. They could quote verses from memory, explain difficult passages, and speak with a confidence I wished I had. Meanwhile, I was still trying to understand what I had just finished reading. I wondered if maybe I wasn't smart enough. Maybe I wasn't faithful enough. Maybe I simply wasn't meant to understand. The funny thing is, the more people I met, the more I realized I wasn't the only one asking those questions.
Even pastors who have devoted their lives to studying God's Word sometimes see certain passages differently. They pray over them, study them, and sincerely seek God's wisdom, yet their interpretations don't always line up exactly. That taught me something important. Learning isn't a race. It's a journey. God isn't standing over us with a stopwatch, waiting to see how quickly we can understand every verse. He's inviting us to keep walking with Him. Some people learn by reading. Some learn by listening. Some learn through music. Some through quiet prayer. And some discover the deepest truths about God through a simple story that suddenly makes everything come alive.
I've always believed stories have a way of opening doors that explanations sometimes cannot. A story has a way of slipping past our defenses. It reaches the heart before it reaches the mind. The same is true for a poem. Sometimes four simple lines can explain what four pages never could. Sometimes a cup of coffee, a quiet porch, and an honest conversation about life can bring someone closer to the Lord than they ever expected. Not because the story replaces God's Word. Far from it.
A good story simply shines a little light on the path so we can better appreciate the beauty of His Word. Jesus understood that better than anyone. When people gathered around Him, He often taught through parables. Stories about seeds. Shepherds. Lost coins. Fishermen. Prodigal sons. Ordinary people living ordinary lives. Those stories weren't meant to replace God's truth. They were meant to help people see it more clearly. Maybe that's why stories still matter today. Not because they are Scripture. But because they can point us toward Scripture with fresh eyes and an open heart.
I've often said, "I can get to Hell on my own without someone else helping me." That isn't meant to criticize anyone. It's simply my way of saying that I want to seek God honestly. I want to learn. I want to ask questions. I want to grow. And I believe the Lord honors a heart that genuinely wants to know Him.
God has never been frightened by an honest question. He has never turned away someone who sincerely sought Him. He already knows where you're coming from. He knows your fears. He knows your doubts. He knows when you're confused. And He knows when you're trying. Maybe that's what grace really looks like. It's found between the pages. Not only in the pages of our Bibles, but in the pages of our own lives. It's there in every lesson learned the hard way. Every prayer whispered through tears. Every story that reminds us we're not alone. Every poem that gives words to feelings we've never been able to express. Every sunrise that quietly says, "God isn't finished with you yet."
Maybe understanding doesn't always arrive in one great moment. Maybe it comes one page at a time. One prayer at a time. One story at a time. One cup of coffee at a time. So if you've ever opened your Bible and felt overwhelmed... Don't give up. If you've ever wondered whether God could still teach someone like you... Don't lose heart. Keep reading. Keep praying. Keep asking. Keep listening. Because God's grace has a remarkable way of meeting us exactly where we are. And one day, somewhere between the pages, you'll stop, smile, and quietly say, "I think I understand now." Not because you've learned everything. But because you've come to know the One who wrote the greatest story of all. And in the end... That is more than enough.
For many years, I believed everyone else seemed to understand Scripture better than I did. They could quote verses from memory, explain difficult passages, and speak with a confidence I wished I had. Meanwhile, I was still trying to understand what I had just finished reading. I wondered if maybe I wasn't smart enough. Maybe I wasn't faithful enough. Maybe I simply wasn't meant to understand. The funny thing is, the more people I met, the more I realized I wasn't the only one asking those questions.
Even pastors who have devoted their lives to studying God's Word sometimes see certain passages differently. They pray over them, study them, and sincerely seek God's wisdom, yet their interpretations don't always line up exactly. That taught me something important. Learning isn't a race. It's a journey. God isn't standing over us with a stopwatch, waiting to see how quickly we can understand every verse. He's inviting us to keep walking with Him. Some people learn by reading. Some learn by listening. Some learn through music. Some through quiet prayer. And some discover the deepest truths about God through a simple story that suddenly makes everything come alive.
I've always believed stories have a way of opening doors that explanations sometimes cannot. A story has a way of slipping past our defenses. It reaches the heart before it reaches the mind. The same is true for a poem. Sometimes four simple lines can explain what four pages never could. Sometimes a cup of coffee, a quiet porch, and an honest conversation about life can bring someone closer to the Lord than they ever expected. Not because the story replaces God's Word. Far from it.
A good story simply shines a little light on the path so we can better appreciate the beauty of His Word. Jesus understood that better than anyone. When people gathered around Him, He often taught through parables. Stories about seeds. Shepherds. Lost coins. Fishermen. Prodigal sons. Ordinary people living ordinary lives. Those stories weren't meant to replace God's truth. They were meant to help people see it more clearly. Maybe that's why stories still matter today. Not because they are Scripture. But because they can point us toward Scripture with fresh eyes and an open heart.
I've often said, "I can get to Hell on my own without someone else helping me." That isn't meant to criticize anyone. It's simply my way of saying that I want to seek God honestly. I want to learn. I want to ask questions. I want to grow. And I believe the Lord honors a heart that genuinely wants to know Him.
God has never been frightened by an honest question. He has never turned away someone who sincerely sought Him. He already knows where you're coming from. He knows your fears. He knows your doubts. He knows when you're confused. And He knows when you're trying. Maybe that's what grace really looks like. It's found between the pages. Not only in the pages of our Bibles, but in the pages of our own lives. It's there in every lesson learned the hard way. Every prayer whispered through tears. Every story that reminds us we're not alone. Every poem that gives words to feelings we've never been able to express. Every sunrise that quietly says, "God isn't finished with you yet."
Maybe understanding doesn't always arrive in one great moment. Maybe it comes one page at a time. One prayer at a time. One story at a time. One cup of coffee at a time. So if you've ever opened your Bible and felt overwhelmed... Don't give up. If you've ever wondered whether God could still teach someone like you... Don't lose heart. Keep reading. Keep praying. Keep asking. Keep listening. Because God's grace has a remarkable way of meeting us exactly where we are. And one day, somewhere between the pages, you'll stop, smile, and quietly say, "I think I understand now." Not because you've learned everything. But because you've come to know the One who wrote the greatest story of all. And in the end... That is more than enough.
