Must She Be More? Poem by Eric Cockrell

god is the moment you stop to listen,
the hand you offer, the mistake you claim...
the time you spend walking beside,
the last bite, the last dollar, you share.
the day you take the time to care,
every small act of kindness.
the tears you weep with,
the lonliness you fill...
the cup of water, the gentle caress.
the hands on your neighbor's shovel,
the stand you take though ridiculed.
the honesty that wears your failures,
and embraces the failures of the stranger!
every breathing moment that you are you...
must she be more?