When we stretch our hands out to God, generosity ferments within our souls.

I once looked in the mirror and saw of fraction of my potential, I’ve since pushed to surpass a whole.

I searched the texts for a word that describes going beyond showing up for family, partners, and friendships.

My goal must shift, to be described by words where the reality of the generosity doesn't fit.

That will confirm on life, I have a firm grip. That I invested where It yielded most.

I guess what I’m uttering is I was born to host.

For if I am truly made in God’s image, shouldn’t I be there when the ones I love fall not knowing how they’ll be landing?

To be more than they asked, thought, or imagined?

To be considered truly unique when my time is done.

For all to know, clovers can only be plucked once.