Hope is the smell of water

Simpson Desert :  

               Hope is the smell of water

               A magnet on the plain

                         of desert, city, lost in the

                    wilderness,

                Delirium

                                       It says all is not lost

                            After the loss of everything

                     That God is love and wants your love

               after the night you betrayed each other

                                       That you belong here in this country

                                                 Even in your alien deportation

                                                       That the cold is your salvation in a blizzard

                          And the only way out of this terror

                          is to go right through its dark tangled thicket