Postcard From a Volcano کے بول

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