Concurrent with the posting of my rant about the Seattle trees, I e-mailed a link to said post to Rabbi Bogomilsky. He must have read it upon returning from buying fish at Pike Place Fish Market, because he has relented in his threat to sue, and the trees are going back up.

My beloved Grandma, rest her soul, would say, “Thank you, Jesus.”

Time for some poetry, giving you a hint to the inscrutable title of this post.

Wondrous was that Victory Tree, and I the sinner guilty
and badly wounded with stain. There I observed the glorious
wood
adorned with garment that beautifully beamed,
garnished with gold; with it gems stood
covering splendidly the Lord’s tree.

I know, I know, I’m just a sideshow of paradox.