I am grateful for the generosity of strangers. I see some people frequently. Some are very warm and friendly. They want to stop and chat, but realize I'm there to sing and play guitar. Besides, they are usually on their lunchbreak with an eye on the clock. Sometimes they tip, sometimes they don't. It's all good. I've had a few requests, songs I might be familiar with, othertimes I don't know them. I usually know the song, but not the words. "Knockin' on Heaven's Door" by Bob Dylan has come up a few times. It's such a great song. I've sung it many times at gathering and the Journey to Damascus retreat, and you'd think I would know the lyrics by now. It's one I definitely have to work on. It's a great song to sing in groups. Breaking it down, no instruments, three-part harmony. It becomes a chant, people clapping to the beat.
I am grateful for the generosity of strangers. Those who fish around in their pockets, pull out a few coins, pick out a few, not all, and deposit them in my tip jar. One man stood and listened, slowly smiling with a toothless grin. Warmly nodding to the beat. At the end of the song he raised his hands toward the noon sun, and proclaimed "God bless you on this wonderful day."
He didn't leave any money, but his blessing was worth a million dollars.
I am grateful for the generosity of strangers. This is why I busk.
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