Teacher

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

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