A preacher? Yes, he was all of that;
But I didn’t know, til we parted,
That he was so very much more than that,
And where others leave off, he started.
A preacher? A poor, inadequate term
That can never begin to say
The multitude of things he was
In his own inimitable way.
A preacher? He kindled for all of us
A fire we shall always stoke–
That causes the glow which for him will burn
In the hearts of us Salem folk.
(A. Non Emous)
by Ray Romine Thursday, August 24, 1944
