My name is Grace Given. I grew up and currently live in Pennsylvania. Life, and the United States Army, have taken me to many destinations which I have called home.

I think I have always envisioned myself as a writer.
Unfortunately, my experience in school led me to believe that would never be. Educators didn't know much about learning disabilities in the fifties and sixties. I was labeled marginal or slow. It has taken a lot of living and learning to convince myself otherwise.

For years I kept a journal that was for my eyes only. It has only been in recent years, with the advent of computers and spell check, that I have begun to write things for others to read.

Finding my way to Helium was achieved strictly by accident. A friend gave me the name of an author she thought I would enjoy. Armed with the wrong first name and a misspelled last name I went to Google. The result, it brought me right to Helium. Was it dumb luck or divine intervention? I don't know, but I am happy to be here.

My passion is ...

my faith and a driven desire to serve The Lord

I know too much about ...

time spent in the hospital

My parents always told me ...

anticipation is greater than realization

My childhood ambition ...

was full of fancy and changed with the wind

My favorite memory ...

holding my granddaughter for the first time

Why I write ...

a life long desire, and the encouragement of others

What I am reading/watching/listening to ...

Beauty for Ashes by Joyce Meyer and Bach

My first job ...

was in a General Store in the time of galoshes & penny candy

My best moment ...

My appointment as a Court Appointer Special Advocate

My inspiration ...

the beauty of all creation and my experience in it

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: The environment

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We Are Crying

We should all consider well,
The lessons Nature teaches now.
What we build up with strife,
May not sustain us through our life.

Glitz and glitter washed away,
When the seawall gave way.
Whipping wind and tidal wave,
Leave little but shallow graves

Sun parched lands produce no crop
Acid rain is not much help.
Our waterways fair no better,
Oceans are dying and we are crying.

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