by Elizabeth Burk
-- After a photograph of the dunes of Monahan by Leo Touchet --tilted, dizzy from a long dry day in the desert, lie down to rest a bit before making their way home to the monastery tent. To lighten their burden, they empty their habits, their hood—long ago they bleached their egos in service to suffering. They lean, exhausted, against one another, drained from feeding starving children, comforting the grieving, tending torn bodies, their own parched bodies turned to dust. Only the robes remain,habits to which they must return.