Intersection of Justice and Mercy

Justice, is not the sound: of a banging gavel, as the result of a man's decision. It is found in the laughter of orphans, or in the quiet tears of a widow's distress. Justice, does not announce its presence noisily, nor does it appeal to mere reason or fleeting thought. It is in the silence of a still moment that it rushes in. A flood of rescue, a team of unsung heroes, without banners. In the simple embrace of a father to the orphaned, or mother to the widow. There it is found in the least likely of places, the free offering of smiles. An undeserved torrent of kindness that drowns out history's pain, giving a new and beautiful fragrance to the debris left by injustice. Tears lose their sting, they become source of life watering souls, satisfaction is no longer measured by simple shelters, or full bellies, and clothed bodies; this is not true contentment. Joy ignited by the embers of love, fueling life. Purpose, not dependent on fiscal wealth, a life becomes a raging wildfire, made visibly tangible, Mercy.