I can’t imagine this was the poem Will expected when he asked for one, but I’m committed to the idea that most of these postcard poems will grow from the actual odd conversations and experiences I’m having these days. So a conversation whispered during church, as the pastor talked about several playful Jesus interpreting scripture stories in Mark 12 sent me searching for info on the Sadducees. Given our shared antipathy towards angels, I might’ve made a good Sadducee. And if I DO believe in angels, it’s only the OT ones who scare the crap out of you.
