In
mid-May the desert is full of blooming cacti. This claret cup
owes its life to water it can glean from rain. The inviting beauty
of its flowers belies the harshness of an environment that demands
thick skin and protective spines to preserve what little bit of
its moisture it is able to store.
"To
satisfy the waste and desolate land,
And to make the seeds of grass to sprout?
"Has the rain a father?
Or who has begotten the drops of dew?"
Job 38:27,28