Red poppies and remembrances
Are everywhere today,Reminding us of those we love
Who have been torn away.
So many faces, names we knew,
That we now speak in grief,
And there is nowhere we can turn
To find our heart’s relief.
They rose to stand against the dark
That we might live in light,
And, though they wanted to come home,
They fell in that great fight.
Though they have gone from us for now
We know we’ll meet once more
When God calls us to join them on
Heaven’s bright, deathless shore.
Until then it’s the little things
That capture all we feel,
Like poppies and remembrances
And hearts that don’t quite heal.
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