R's rue

  The title of this blogpost is "Peace" but not that soothing, tranquil state that is the opposite of war. No indeedy, the "Peace" that the title refers to is Charles Peace, a criminal,  who is associated with this Sheffield suburb - Banner Cross - where I have lived for the past thirty seven years. I was reminded of this notorious man's past existence when we visited The Emergency Services Museum near the city centre on April 5th. In that old building there are Victorian prison cells and in one of them Charles Peace was once detained. On the tiled wall there was a picture of him - "The Banner Cross Murderer" and "The Notorious Burglar". There was also a "Wanted " poster from the 1870s. Peace was no hero. He was a violent scumbag. An habitual burglar who brought misery to many people's lives. He also preyed on women he fancied and frequently carried a gun. His crimes were not just limited to this city of his birth for he...

 Basking in Sweet surrender Means skipping In fields of  Clover and dandelions Checking for weeds Knowing those Have a purpose too What we detest Is there To teach Our human hearts How to love And appreciate  What we Can’t stand It’s in the Tall and unruly Clumps of weeds That I’m learning To live With what  I thought Was long conquered And in  The rear view mirror The process The progress The setbacks All are part Of a plan I’m yet not Privy to And maybe That’s the mission Trusting Despite  Not knowing The prognosis from R's rue https://ift.tt/vqGXtSM