Harmonicahelps.….. from a contented Busker.

  I have the King's ear With my verses When all is strict, tiresome, official He turns to me And waves in my art. The Court is hushed. Humour or moral Questions or habits. All get my glass, magnifying Brought close to some light Of scrutiny or censure Or hilarity. I can be bold, or even accusative Ironic. Such is my way Fueled by travels, muses Experience and witnessing. Bruises and benedictions. The honest folk are convicted They know I am no FOOL. I have influence in Honoured platforms. Touching severe policies. My songs speak of heroism Games of men and women Scenes of Punch and Judy. Hopes of the Heavenly. Handles on our emotions Puzzlements Providence. Music, what a tonic. Music, what a surgeon's knife. I wield it to special effect And healing. My dear gifted trait Nothing bragging.

  Like that best friend The go-to Guy In emergency Need Comfort Confidence Camaraderie. He will step in, and gladly. He is love. Hear that men? He loves And inspires you more In that direction. Not uncomfortable, guys Far from it. Jesus. Elder Brother. Protector. Guide Rescuer. Glad and joyful Singer. Maker of your lasting Providence. Why oh why is it That we put off going to him Until far down the list. He would have you Speak up early and often Likes that a lot. ( Read Psalm 50)

  West Virginia Mountains Skyline Parkway Shenandoah Valley The green and the Silence of it all. Whispers of pine. Perhaps the screech Of a hawk. The fresh winds of the Grey coats. A defeated bunch, but Many ways the winners In heritage, hospitality. Grits and hush puppies Hams and yams. Banjos and spoons Finesse of fiddles. Remembered tunes. Johnny Reb lives on That plucky challenger.

 

  She came around the Bank corner Of the Plaza. Standing there, just listening.  I released Selections like the following... Oh Shenandoah Trumpet Voluntaire Waltzing Matilda Piano Man Just as I Am. A piece improvised. Eventually she put a coin In my Box. The testimony followed. I just listened, head turned slightly. Serious health problems involving Herself and her Dad. After thought, I offered  The target of Psalm 50. She seemed to register. She asked for my prayers and left, smiling. (Avenues for exchange again ordained.) https://pastursgreen3.blogspot.com/2022/08/thw-night-angels-sang.html

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  So I was busking in front of Walmart, and up came this woman, initial J. She had just gotten back from a week of holiday at a cottage up North. Everything had been topnotch. Weather. Amenities. Charges for the cottage. Drive up and down to Kirkland Lake. I reminisced about fishing trips to Lake Temagami with my Dad and two of his very dear friends, Ron and Bill. The subject of Grey Owl came up (Archie Belaney, an imposter from the English Channel, who posed as a half breed guide). Spent quality time around Temagami and Biscotasing. He did a convincing job. He wrote narratives about canoe trips for Toronto businessmen. And life among the beaver, wolves, bear and moose. Eventually he turned from hunter guide to conservation champion. England in particular enjoyed his exciting accounts and writings about Canadian wilderness. Everyone bought into the half-breed yarn.  Regrettably Archie left behind a string of women partners/wives, and a cyclical problem with alcohol. The woman ...