One reforms the Love of Christ on thrones above,
Setting sibling heart against the flaming dart
Foes may fling; apart from kindred kinds in art,
Destitute and void — companionship destroyed.

Pangs of painted marks, a symbol once in arcs
Multi-colored, stripes of seeking peace; yet gripes,
Flung from certain types, still targeted for snipes
Flail the dying hate; and still do they berate

Though the peace is sought, in rising blood is bought,
And this Summer heat will menace with defeat
Hypocrites, who greet their “other” in a seat
Humbled by their God, whose honor on they’ve trod.

Yet, awaiting soon that day, divided June
Bids farewell to past, for peace that shall at last
Come respite the tried and wearied, long decried;
Heart of Christ within, his Love will conquer sin.