If the tulip had bloomed any sooner, it would be small, I imagine, or pale. The work of green is the major thing, and what is that work but rest beneath the sun? Sure, cells scoot, bearing the sugars like good news, but the main task is reception.
You cannot say we should receive the sun all at once, instantly develop, nor call the gladiolus inferior for failing to overtake the tulip. Nature wouldn’t like it that way. To bless us is to bid us wait.
The strengths subsequent to dependence and delays reflect the feeding rays, not an egoistic show. This is why they are a sight to behold— both fragile and bold.
A. M. Stroud III, a former prosecutor in Louisiana, expresses regret for the role he played in sending Glenn Ford to death row in 1984. “I was 33 years old. I was arrogant, judgmental, narcissistic and very full of myself. I was not as interested in justice as I was in winning.” Stroud says he presented dubious evidence from a forensic pathologist, precluded black jurors from the trial (Ford, since exonerated, is black), and ignored the fact that the appointed defense attorney had never before tried a criminal or capital case. “I . . . hope that providence will have more mercy for me than I showed Glenn Ford,” Stroud said in a letter to the editor of the Times of Shreveport. “But, I’m also sobered by the realization that I certainly am not deserving of it” (ABA Journal, March 25).