Lynn W. Petty

Gold Star - 5,105 Points (3/29/28 / Newport Beach, California)

To Learn, To Know, To Heal, To Grow - Poem by Lynn W. Petty

I'm often asked, 'What caused you to collect
Slave artifacts, and take them on the road,
Displaying them in cases, raw and real? '
My answer is a simple one, 'To heal.'
'To heal? ' they ask. 'What is there to be healed? '
I answer with paternal patience, as
I would a child. Then, I commence my tale.
It was not long ago two ladies stood
Together at a showing on my tour,
An African American and a
Caucasian. One to seek her heritage,
The other to find satisfaction that
Hyperbole was the foundation for
The stories of the hardships slaves endured.
Within my cases lies reality.
The sight of whips and branding irons had chilled
The heart and soul of the Caucasian, tears
Began to fill her eyes and, unabashed, she wept
Aloud in disbelief at what she saw.
'All lies. What I have read and learned are lies.'
The African American embraced
Her, and together, openly as one,
They wept. That moment was perfumed with hope
And strength. It was as if I had been bathed
In silence, with an element of love;
A fluid mist, which overflowed with life
And sweetness, flooding out hostilities.
There was a recognition as to man's
Inhuman acts of cruelty to man.
There was a glow of light and life. I saw
Magnificence within that scene. I saw
Within that tiny aspect 'Truth.' I saw
The dawn of reason shine upon the dust of years.

Topic(s) of this poem: slavery


Poet's Notes about The Poem

We watched two ladies at the review of my son's slavery museum. It was worth all the money in the world to see the revelation of the Caucasian lady when she witnessed the artifacts on display.

Comments about To Learn, To Know, To Heal, To Grow by Lynn W. Petty

  • Terry Craddock (1/24/2016 2:48:00 PM)


    'The sight of whips and branding irons had chilled
    The heart and soul of the Caucasian, tears
    Began to fill her eyes and, unabashed, she wept
    Aloud in disbelief at what she saw.
    'All lies. What I have read and learned are lies.'
    The African American embraced
    Her, and together, openly as one,
    They wept. That moment was perfumed with hope
    And strength. It was as if I had been bathed
    In silence, with an element of love;
    A fluid mist, which overflowed with life
    And sweetness, flooding out hostilities.'

    the entire poem is powerful, told with pathos, vitally important, with the strength of reconciliation

    'There was a recognition as to man's
    Inhuman acts of cruelty to man.
    There was a glow of light and life. I saw
    Magnificence within that scene. I saw
    Within that tiny aspect 'Truth.' I saw
    The dawn of reason shine upon the dust of years.'

    reason must be learned, wisdom merged into human society 10+++
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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 22, 2016

Poem Edited: Friday, January 22, 2016


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