Justice - a Parable

A woman gave birth to a son named Justice; he had little fun. If he wanted to play, his mama would say, “But only when Justice is done!” Poor Justice, from morning till night, tried hard to do everything right. By the end of the day, he still could not play, for his time to do chores was so tight! His life was a crime with no play! We all know that crime doesn’t pay. But were I in his shoes, having paid all my dues, I think I might just run away. Well, sure enough, Justice did flee and ended up in Tennessee. With no place to belong, he felt sad till along came a girl who smiled tenderly. Looking ragged, he asked (with some shame) if the young girl would tell him her name. “Can you guess?” said the Miss. “Here’s a clue. It is this. . . Those who have me don’t take all the blame.” The young man did not have a clue what her name was; it was all new. He’d never hear of - yet soon grew to love - this girl and her charming name too. Today Justice likes more his life because this girl lessens his strife. He learned her name well when in love he fell and Mercy he took for a wife! For the Story Poem Contest Poetry Contest of Carol Eastman