Rose Nagle

San Jose, California, USA

Born in Italy, came to America at age 3. Lived in Illinois for a few years then came to California and made our home here. Had no formal education. Completed 8th grade and went to work at age 16, but continued part time continuation school for 2 years due to the labor commission.Started writing poetry in 1957 and published my 1st book in 1966 and 2nd book in 1989. Received 5 merit awards and 3 golden poet throphies.I belong to my church choir for 30 years and was very active in church affairs and voluntary work, especially for the elderly.I'm still active in writing poetry. I love the quiet life of peace and serenity. I love to take walks and enjoy God's creation.

Who Knows

Who knows the future what it holds for me.
Who knows the secret that's inside of me.
When nights are long and filled with empty dreams.
There's one who knows; He comes to comfort me.
He knows the secret longings of my soul,
He hears the sentiments I dare unfold.
He whispers gently "Peace your heart be still
Till I return your longings to fulfill."
He comes again and eases all my pain,
And, with one word, all things are right again.
To rest secure my tears no more to hide,
Against His breast I ever will abide.

A Song For All Seasons

I love the winter summer spring
I love to hear the robins sing
I love all creatures great and small
I love them, cause God made them all
I love the cool refreshing rain
That trickles on my window pane
I love the early morning dew
He gave them all to me-to you
How awesome are your works oh God
The hills, the valleys you once trod
With love much greater than sands
You made them all-your mighty hand
How fresh the air when breaks the dawn
I praise the Lord with joyful song
And deep within my soul I share
These gifts of God-in silent prayer

Free As A Bird

Light as the wings of the morning,
Swift as a bird soaring through the air,
Free as the breeze whistling through the trees,
So is my love for you.
Into my arms I will gather
Honey from the bee, honey from the comb.
Follow in peace, joy will never cease,
Praising my love for you.
High as the mountain, deep as the sea
Is the love that lets me be
Free as a bird that flies so high,
Leaving a message in the sky.
If I had the wings of an angel
Toward the heavens I would soar
Praising God, the Father and the Son,
Praising Him for ever more;
Praising Him for ever more.