Hallowed Houses (Hymns for Friends)

Death passes through here but has yet to truly linger,
Not in any of my stays anyways.
Perhaps it is the brightness of their hearts
That for now hold it all at bay.
Until I can no longer do so, I will seek refuge here
Among the messes of being human.
Because am I really more than a mess?
This family of friends realize it,
As we break bread and hearts together,
I love them all for it all and all we have.