Dear Justice,
I realize you're usually pretty busy. I realize you manifest yourself in our images of superheroes, but you need to know that those don't really exist. At least, not the ones that we make up in our own minds.
I tend to put too much faith in the hopes that you'll act on my behalf, Justice. That you'll somehow come in, and blast those who have wronged me to smithereens. Then I'll get to laugh in mirth at their demise, the pitiful souls who dared oppose such a mighty force as me. I'm unbeatable, indestructible, unstoppable. So why should I have to put out my own justice? That's just silly.
Truth is, Justice, I'm not all that strong on my own. I need your help. I need you to point me in the right way, not the way I want to go. Show me what I need to do to get satisfaction out of where I am in life. And if not, then (as the saying goes) just teach me to be satisfied with where I am. I tend to put too much weight into what I want, and the viewpoint of Justice from my eyes. I'm biased, Justice. Open my heart, open my eyes, open my ears. Help me to be Justice. Help me just to understand.
Thanks for listening, God.
Your straying servant,
Daniel
