The Watchful Soul

Dear reader, let me tell you now,
 Of a soul who watched, yet wore no vow. 
A lover’s call, a secret scheme, 
Crafted in the shadows, part of a dream.    
 She had fun, leaving clues behind,
 Little whispers, a careful mind.
 No one saw, no one knew,
 the puzzle built for a chosen few.    
     
Always observing, sharp and keen,
 a glimpse of words, a hidden scene.
 “Am I a genius, or just insane?” The question lingered, but none could claim.    
     
From a young age, she began to learn,
 psychology patterns, the twists and turns.
 At eighteen, Cossette picked up books, 
studied people’s demeanor, observed the looks.    
 
A nosey soul? Or something more?
 A watcher, quiet, behind closed doors.
 They enjoyed the show, never paid the price,
 a voyeur, living in someone else’s life.    
     
But deep within, they never knew their roots,
 she came from Healers from past lives, deep pursuits.
    her lineage of souls, their wisdom vast,
 carrying knowledge from lives long past.    
   
Living the mind, body, and soul,
 The holy trinity, their guiding goal. 
They never knew the game  she was playing with their minds. Leaving them clues in post. But this time only will I let you off with a warning—no harm no foul .    
   
Feeling God in her soul,
 experiencing Christ in  her mind her body a holy temple 
Holy Spirit’s touch, always sure.    
     
A surreal story, a truth untold,
 of a soul so ancient, yet always bold.
 Watching, learning, playing their game,
 in silence, they rose, but never will they be the same. Now that’s a story of spiritual alignment.    
     
NP