Warning Sign Poem by Evelyn Judy Buehler

It came as the pink rosebud
Is a precursor of the bloom;
As crimson drops of blood,
Foretell the pending doom!

While yet the sentinel slept,
Whom then would pay any heed?
As the enemy lurked and crept,
Destined in no way to succeed!

From heaven, a warning sign,
And with only moments to spare;
As part of God's grand design,
His soldiers awake and aware!

Like noble men, saints, or truth,
On this, the night of knights,
This was as beauty in its youth,
Or like virtue in the spotlights!

Some were martyred, some were not,
The inevitable victory, hard won,
And their passion was fiery hot,
Like the pious fervor of a nun!