Read between the lines...

For all is not always lost and everything is not always found! So my trips to the lost and found continue… silently. And yet somehow there are sounds that keep the questions going. And imagines from the past that like to tease and wince. My eyes are open, though my mind is sleepy. Is there anyone who is ready to say, ‘it’s all going to be ok!’? Is there anyone to tell me the way? Or is there still more to read in the lines on my hand?