I am thinking of you.

Like my energy, this life ebbs and retreats.
To Wherest I dont know.

Hardly lving at times,
Can one truly call this "living a life"?

Wherest my Life? Wherest my Energy? Wherest my Joy?
At least I know wherest my Hope.
One day i shall live again.


For I am persuaded, that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor things present, nor things to come, Nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall he able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.
(Romans 8:38,39)