Touching Stillness Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Stillness touching me from within my soul, keeping me steady, helping to focus on a near-by eternity.
Watching closely, my progression, as I trip and stumble at times, wondering if I'll ever make it to a point of perfection in the end.
Curious at every turn, I search for meanings, purposes, definitions, thinking I may find at least one of them.
It never happens, yet I keep looking, hoping, praying that I may be one of His chosen ones - being brought to His heavenly gardens where I know at last, I'll be safe at home again, family and all, together now for an eternity.