Is “homelessness” the right term to use for being without a place to live? Perhaps it should be “shelterlessness”, or “bedlessness” or “rooflessness”. Having no home implies a loss greater than a mere place to live. But let’s not tinker with the word, because, after all, it is the right word —it just needs to be understood: sometimes words, out of common usage, lose the poignancy of meaning. What is a home then? Is it the place where one feels safe, reflects on the memories of the past, and grieves its loss when it is lost? But for many, such a home never existed; it cannot be lost because it was never found. One can have a place to live and yet be internally homeless. Many search all their lives for the “dream”—while others grieve its loss when it was theirs for a short season: a happy childhood marred by tragedy or altered by a multitude of other factors which destroyed its hope.
A home then can be a tent, a cardboard box, or the inside of a culvert. What is needed is to feel safe, to have the liberty to dream, and to be surrounded by friends (sometimes friends are closer than family). Ending homelessness may be commonly associated with acquiring houses or apartments, but it really has to do with healing the emotional wounds that somehow, in the downward spiral of society, poverty and materialism afflict us. Take a lesson from the birds. They build comfortable nests, but if there is too much human interference they will abandon them! A home is much more than a place to ruffle feathers—home is where our dreams are.


By Mr. Joseph Perry

