The turmoil of this world will not diminish
the beauty of the earth we call Gaia
nor will it dampen the spiritual heart
though the fear of the unknown harbors
doubts, remorse and pain the sun will rise
to reveal clarity of what is tangible
Image Taken From Public Domain Photos & Digitized As Art
you were the weaver of moments
the mender of dreams
as you walked your journey
a man without means
you were the Bishop of Salishan
you walked among the poor
sat with the outcast
you talked with gang members
the teacher who was alas
always the Bishop of Salishan
you chose a pain filled reality
a place of spiritual grace
in the midst of hunger & murder
you transcended that space
you were the Bishop of Salishan
you left in the season of changes
leaves burnished red, gold & orange
loved ones waited patiently
your work here now done
never forgotten, the Bishop of Salishan
you are still the weaver of moments
still the mender of dreams
as you now are with the angels
a healer with means
always the Bishop of Salishan
Image Taken From Morgue File
© November 2013
Renee Espriu
The city where I live lost one of its’ most loved advocates for the disenfranchised. He was a Lutheran Pastor who founded a mission on our Eastside and made it his life’s call to spend every day he could among the people who came to call him friend.
Pastor Ron Vignec will never be forgotten and I was most fortunate to be one of many who called him my friend.
http://www.thenewstribune.com/2013/11/11/2885597/rev-ron-vignec-founder-of-salishaneastside.html
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