I am medicine

I am a wildflower, this I have always known.

But only if late have I come to the sad realization that I am the kind that is a weed to be picked and dried and crushed for its medicinal properties.

Not to be nurtured and admired in a garden.

Someday when the world is healed, then might I be chosen for the pure purpose of loving and cherishing. 

Someday instead of being boiled, I will receive gentle, refreshing water from a can.

But until then, as a wildflower I am tough enough to survive by the rain of heaven.

For now I will cultivate contentment with being loved by God for my uniqueness. For even if the rest of the world were to hate me, God's love and undeserved kindness is enough. He will fill my heart and make me whole.