We are such a sad and hopeless people.  Such a lost people.  There are some of us, it is true, who have money and property.  There are some who have found a way of life that provides.  But most of us have nothing but empty hearts and bad memories.  Our pride in ourselves was stripped away a long time ago, and we were left hollow.  It is a sad thing to see.  Sadder to live.

Do you know what’s wrong with us?  We are homeless.  It is a bad way to be in the world, but that is how we are.  We are adrift, tiny boats in a large ocean.  Even those of us who have land and houses and friends and neighbors and some sort of life.  It is a condition indigenous to our people.  We bear a legacy of loss passed down to us by our ancestors.  We bear the memory of what we had and what was taken.  It haunts us.

You can be homeless in different ways.  You can be homeless like those people living on the streets, surviving on handouts, marking time between seasons.  But you can be homeless in your heart, too.  You can be empty inside yourself because you have no spiritual center.  You can wander through life without any real sense of whom you are or where you belong.  You can exist without purpose or cause.

We are homeless in the streets and we are homeless in our hearts as well.  We have no purpose in the world.  We have no center.  Our way of life was changed long ago, and it will never return.  Our new life is someone else’s life imposed on us; it is a false life.  We struggle to find our home, our center, but it is as faded as distant memories.

A building is a home if the people who inhabit it have memories and love and a place in the world.  Otherwise, it is just a building, a shelter against the elements, and it can never be anything more.

There are others who know this.  Others that have been uprooted and displaced, who have been banished to the road and a life of wandering, who have lost any sense of who they are.  Some of them have had their way of life taken from them.  Some of them are looking for a way back home again.

Maybe you know one.  Maybe you are one.

So do you think it's possible to find yourself to loose that sense of homelessness.
Also, if this is sometimes just a small space of time that we feel this, do you think that we are no longer homeless?
Is it possible to be found?