For a long while, I was a social
worker that had the chance to work with people that had
no permanent
place to dwell.
A teacher
once
told me that
"We have no permanent place here...", homelessness is our
human condition. The psalm has it, "How
can we sing any prayers to God from such an strange land?" These
essays are my sense of how, from such an alien and difficult place,
these people were still able to
make that kind of
music.
