i go to the church of human need,
pray to the God inside each face,
inside trembling calloused hands....

in tears on battle worn faces.
inside the broken hearted,
the beaten down, and the abused.

in the addicts need, the murderer's
repentance, inside evry child.
in the stray dog's lonesome....

in the cheater's remorse....
in those too tired to be
anything other than honest....

in naked sweaty grimy humanity
being at best human!

Eric Cockrell

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/being-at-best-human/