Peace Lies Waiting

Murder cries the cathedral

A hungry hawk, a sword, a ploughshare

Set the stage in Canterbury

Seven years and then

Peace lies waiting-fugitive, cloistered and longing

Peace lies waiting-hovering above the spearpoints

Peace stands higher than my fragile sense of need

Peace I leave with you

Not as the world gives or has ever seen

Safe in the ruins

Killed but not wounded

Pierced with painful joy

When he smiles

Even the wind and the rain

Close their eyes

Hold their fire

I've never seen peace in a vacuum

But I've seen it in a bitter sea

Safe in the ruins

Killed but not wounded

I'm held tightly free