The Circle Poem by chris schwartz

People get tired.
The battles they've fought
Are not yours to understand
And when they finally fall
To grace,
They have given birth
With heavy eyes,
That they never wished
To close,
In hopes of a fresh
Beginning.
It's not yours to
Comprehend.
But it is their desire
To be heard
In the soft echo
Of their loved ones,
Who haven't been
There yet.
Fountains of tears
Fill and refresh
The glorious pool
Which was never filled
On the short time
They had on earth.
The silence
Of forever closed eyes
Gives us hope
And awakening.
In a world
They would not
In this day
Understand.
Take a breath
Forward,
My fellow man.
We are not so
Far apart.