This is the poem that OLP got their name from.
Our Lady Peace
by Mark Van Doren
How far is it to peace, the piper sighed
The solitary sweating as he paused
Asphalt the noon, the ravens, terrified
A\Fled carrion thunder that percussion caused.
The envolope of earth was powder loud;
The taut wings shivered driven at the sun.
the piper put his pipe away and bowed
Not here, he said. I hunt the love cool one.
The dancer with clipped hair where is she?
We shook our heads, parting for him to pass
Our Lady was of no such trim degree,
and none of us had seen her face, alas.
She was the very ridges that we must scale,
Securing the rough top. And how she smiled
Was how our stregth would issue. Not to fail
was hvaing her, gigantic undefiled,
For homley goddess big as the worl that burned,
Grandmother and tasmistress, frild and town.
we let the stranger go; but when we turned
Our Lady lived, fierce in each others frown.