Who receives honor? Mention? Medals? Millions?
Those that are chosen? The best?
Gutter rat homeless poets I have met in my mind are better than the great poets published in history books, taught in college courses and their mementos sought for sight by millions in great museums.
Soo...why the chosen?
Ironic blessing? Like a flower, of a field of many colors, sizes, shapes, organized chaos es of creativity; all beautiful in their own way; picked...perhaps
for absolutely no particular reason, but one; just because...
and that is what makes it special.
Because, of it's intention to be displayed in the vase of the bride of The Most High as a token of His love.
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