Heartways for Highways

Death is safe
Life is dangerous
We exist in a cult of the dead
Constantly clearing out spaces
In fear of being crushed to oblivion
of being squeezed by life
Shrines are built around cemeteries
Churches upon industrial lots
But the hosts were always meant to be mobile
meant to be dynamic
Expanding with love and contracting with humility
One organism for The Lord of Hosts
A house of many mansions for the Bearer of Life, 
our Guest, who loves hugs
sometimes really tight ones