Glass Ceiling

once, God was a ceiling of glass,

to peer through to the heavens, and past.

until man took his hammer of Doubt

shattered God, and strew him about.

suffice, that did not for man,

for then doubt, had encompassed the land.

so crusades were set out to find,

the pieces of their peace of mind.

but the pieces were harder and harder,

to find, as they grew smaller and smaller.

attempting to build a new shield

from the horrors that only man yields,

they took all the God they could seize,

to no avail, tried to fuse piece to piece.

yet the closer and closer they came,

in the effort of defining his name,

it seemed the words would elude,

skip the tongue, and foster the feud

between the light, which once was so clear

and the Doubt, that nurtures his fear.