Useless

When I feel as though I am of no use,
When I feel as though I have no value at all,

A branch that seemed to have lost its purpose
Spoke to me—now blooming with mushroom flowers,
Bright as plum blossoms:

“Your worth is not for you to decide.
You may not recognize your value right now,
But it is surely there.”

Just as the staff of Moses—once nothing more than a wooden rod—
Became an instrument of God’s power,

So too, in all that God has created,
Nothing was made without purpose.

Even the small and the weak
Can be used for greatness by God’s hand.

To be created by His word and His breath alone
Is to possess a worth beyond all measure.

It was a single branch that taught me this—
That what I once deemed useless
Was, in truth, overflowing with purpose.