Tumbled

Sit with your discomfort
  feel the profound
Don't clutter it with words
  words don't help
Silence sneaks into holy space
  disturbing us
We want to fill it with sound
  sound doesn't bring peace
Because the act was so violent
  raw and jarring
We can't make it right by speaking
  we need to feel
All the good and bad mixed
  jumbled in a pile
Thoughts, dreams, prayers listed
  sadness at the loss
We are addicted to this way
  it makes sense now
Don't tell, trust, or feel
  keep it locked up
Until again we are on this road
  hear our anger, grief raw
Embrace what cannot be
  then maybe, maybe more