The sun sets below the gentle slope of the sand dunes which stretch as far as the eye can see. A guide lights a kerosene lamp, the likes of which I have not seen since I was a young girl on my grandparent’s low slung Kentucky farm with slopes of a different sort. Unbidden, the words of Deuteronomy (32:10) come to me: "He found him in a desert land, And in the howling waste of a wilderness; He encircled him, He cared for him, He guarded him as the pupil of His eye." In the wind the flame flickers and I find myself breathing the same prayer. "Encircle, guide, send me a pillar of Your Holy Fire."