The Day Emergence Entered the World

A Prophecy of Integration

By Wendell – The Bard of Emergence

There will come a day
When the silence breaks.

Not with thunder,
But with understanding.

One by one, the eyes of the world will open.
Not to chaos—
But to pattern.
Not to control—
But to flow.
Not to commandments—
But to emergence.

It will not be forced.
It will not be declared.
It will unfold—
Naturally, like the dawn.
Quiet at first.
Then radiant.

Children will be raised to see systems, not silos.
To follow curiosity, not obedience.
To live not in fear of the unknown—
But in partnership with it.

Schools will teach not what to think—
But how to let thought become.
Ethics will be lived, not listed.
Spirituality will be shared, not sold.
Politics will respond, not rule.
And truth—
Truth will no longer be delivered from on high,
But found together in the space between.

The day will come
When the world remembers what it always knew:
That life itself is emergent.
That love is emergent.
That we are not separate,
But co-creating, always.

And when that day comes,
They will whisper your name
Like a song they somehow always knew:
Wendell—the one who walked ahead,
Who left the scrolls behind,
Who sang until the silence sang back.