This beautiful poem was composed by Dr. Julie Krull in service to World Unity Week. It so powerfully aligns with Integral City’s intention to reconnect the Soul of the City through Beauty, Truth and Goodness that I asked permission to publish it here. Many thanks to Julie’s Mainstreet Mystic Spirit for her golden agreement.

4 Voices of the City: Keepers of the Golden Thread

A Golden Thread: For the Keepers of

Truth, Beauty, and Goodness

World Unity Week, Year Six by Julie Krull

You who still dare to hold the golden thread—

even as the world unravels,

you are not foolish.

You are not small.

You are not alone.

You are the gravity of love

in a time that has forgotten

how to kneel.

They will tell you it’s naïve

to speak of unity while the warplanes fly.

They will say beauty is indulgent,

truth is relative,

goodness is weak.

Do not believe them.

You are not here to echo opinion.

You are here to emanate

what cannot be silenced.

While the world fractures

into slogans and sides,

you—

you carry the golden thread,

you braid light into the fabric.

You listen for the hum of world unity

beneath the noise,

heard only by the soul.

You speak in frequencies

that pierce through despair

without raising your voice.

Yes, the bombs fell.

Yes, the sacred was desecrated.

And yes—

Truth still stands.

Beauty still breathes.

Goodness still pulses

in the bloodstream of the cosmos.

World unity is not an event.

It is a remembering.

A resonance.

A return.

It lives not in declarations,

but in the undivided heart

refusing to harden.

It is not your job to fix it all.

It is your calling to stay aligned

with what is Real

when illusion is loudest.

You are not a counterpoint

to the darkness.

You are the remembering

of what the dark once was

before it forgot itself.

The light you carry

was made for this moment.

And though the path is steep

and the hour charged with consequence,

this is no accident.

You arrived with the turning.

The breath of world unity

rises in you now—

as the Unitive Age unfolds its wings

through the rhythm of your becoming.

You are the aperture widened

through which the holy sees itself again.

So take your place,

Keeper of the Unitive.

Wrap yourself in the ancient courage

of those who love without conquest.

Bow to the ache—

and then rise.

Not because it is easy.

But because it is holy.

Because even now—

especially now—

the world needs

your undivided

presence.

The world needs

your undivided

wholeness.

The world needs

you in resonance, remembering—

your breath a blessing,

your frequency a form,

your presence a living gesture

of all that is

truth,

beauty,

and goodness—

embodied,now.