Posts by wayneoconner
A TALE OF TWO TEMPLES
A TALE OF TWO TEMPLES IS A FREE-VERSE PROSE PIECE THAT PLACED IN A THE TOP RANK IN A NATIONAL CHRISTIAN POETRY CONTEST IN THE LATE 80’S.
Read MoreA WALK ON THE WAYNESIDE
Free-verse prose about a walk from my apartment in the winter while wishing for spring.
Read MoreHistorical Battleground in Sawyer County
During October of 2013 a group who specializes in territorial spiritual warfare, were asked to scout the area near Winter, a town in northwestern Wisconsin, to pray over dark kingdom strongholds prior to a conference which was to be held at a retreat center on the shores of Barker Lake. Two or three days…
Read MoreThe “Imal-notti”
Dreamed about 4 AM on March 4th 2015. (Updated version published in Kingdom Lessons Four.) The dream started with me meeting a few old acquaintances from Minnesota, Greg Isaacson and John Johnson. Greg and John were at a “safe place” in the desert. They showed me an old cave with a spring and a…
Read MoreFRIENDSHIP
FRIENDSHIP IS A WONDROUS GIFT, BUT MUCH DEPENDS ON WHAT YOU MAKE OF IT. EVEN THE GREATEST GIFTS MAY BRING DARK SORROW AND THE LEAST OF GIFTS MIGHT PRODUCE JOY THAT NEVER WANES FROM TIME OR USE. FRIENDSHIP CANNOT BE PURCHASED. SUCH COMPANIONS MAY FLEE LIKE A HIRELING SHEPHERD AS SOON AS…
Read MoreFantasy Tower Truck
I wish I’d have copied the original posting to my web page, but I “snipped” it from my share page at Facebook. It reminds me both of the Wayno’s Flying Museum photo and the Friendship Tower posts that I have recently blogged. It appeared only a day or so I think after I had blogged…
Read MoreFRIENDSHIP BALL
Not long after posting the Friendship Tower from Jesus 2 the following photo came up on a friend’s Facebook site and thus appeared on my Facebook page. It will make a great addition to Wayno’s Flying Museum, which looks like the warehouse at the end of the first Indiana Jones movie, except that all…
Read MoreTwilight Comes
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Read MorePASSAGEWAYS
PASSAGEWAYS I pause briefly, Inhaling the dust of antiquity. Listening to the silence of the ages I vaguely remember The echoes of my footfalls As I traverse the glassy granite floors. My thoughts rush swiftly On leopards’ paws. Yesterday… No, many yesterdays ago… I felt the soft wet tickle of the Morning mist And listened…
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