Merry Merry Christmas

        Merry, Merry Christmas                                                                                                                                   How I love to say those words                                                                                                                         Happy Birthday to Jesus                                                                                                                                   Is what our words convey                                                                                                                                 Born by the virgin Mary                                                                                                                                   A gift of love given to us                                                                                                                           An unimaginable sacrifice                                                                                                                                                                                                    Words cannot describe                                                                                                                       Unconditional love, eternal life                                                                                                                     If we believe in Him                                                                                                                                           God gave His son, Jesus gave His life                                                                                                           No higher price for a gift could be paid                                                                                                      How I love to say those words                                                                                                                         Merry, Merry Christmas  

Different We Are

Different we are                                                                                                                                                 As this pear tree’s twisted form                                                                                                                   Our fruit still to bear


It’s Given Freely To Those That You Treat

When you care for us.

You see, listen and care.

Warm compassion and understanding is felt.

Not something that you have learned.

This is sharing something of you.

Given freely to those that you treat.

Your heart we do see as we sit before you.

Through the gentleness and kindness of each thing you do.

The beauty you have in your heart.

Radiates the love you have for your Lord.

Thank you for sharing that love.

When you treat me.

I Thank You Lord

This is a poem of praise I wrote several years after the event that left me in a mind and body I did not know.  I knew if I did not do everything I could on each day I had been given, I was dishonoring God for giving me that day.  So this is not a recent event I am writing about, but I just decided to share it publicly.  My journey to this point has been long, and it was accomplished only with His help.


i thnak you Lord


Words,words are there more.
I sit quietly wanting them.
Why do they not come.

Covered inside me.
Somewhere that I can not find.
Words, somewhere hidden.

Gay Nell Olive

Natural Beauty Inside and Out

What a joy to see her walk into a room.
Brings sunshine and smiles everywhere.
One person so full of love.
Sharing the sweet kindness given her.
A jewel she is, given to us.
With radiant beauty to brighten all our ways.
Looking always upward to her Father above.
Showing us where her strength does lie.
A jewel she is ,given to us.
Natural beauty inside and out.

Gay Nell Olive


Twisted Vines/Twisted Roads

Twisted vines in all directions

How do you know where to go

Up and up the trellis you climb

No end it seems you can find


Flowers pretty on the vine

Leaving sights and smells to behold

Have I flowered on my twisted road

Given beauty to behold


Twisted our roads in life may be

Going, it seems, in all directions

Upward, forward, reaching for the goal

Always more to be done


Looking backward on our vine

What is it that we see

Flowers of love and kindness

Fragrance to be remembered


Times with dried blooms

Weak and non-producing

Restoration we had to receive

Never broken from our source of strength


Your flower is gone but beauty remains

As on the trellis you do cling

Our lives are much the same

Hoping beauty remains


The beauty of sharing God’s love

Given freely to everyone

With the fragrance of kindness

On twisted vines and twisted roads