I love poppies.  They are magnificent and stunning in their glory.  My eye is drawn like a moth to a flame as I witness their scarlett blooms reaching to their Creator above.  Their message is as rich as their hue, encouraging all of us to remember the blood which was shed for our freedom.

And so we do.  We remember the blood of soldiers who fought and died for our freedom.  We remember the blood of the innocent, shed because of our transgressions.  And we remember the sacrifice of Christ, who died for our salvation, so we might live. 

  

Out of the ashes… incredible beauty.