Poppy, flower of hope

Here is a poem that came to me the other day

Poppy, flower of hope...

Do you have faith the size of a poppy seed,
a hard shell, black like the darkest night?

And will you plant it in the barren, tortured, soil,
crying out with your brother's blood?

And watch it grow and brust to flame,
(Red, of martyrs, and of Holy Spirit),
undying life-force rising from the dead?

And will you turn and face the world,
and in the darkness live the chance of light?