'Glass Ceiling' Poem by Linda Winchell

I have a home… that has Glass Ceilings
So I can always… gaze up and see the view.
Of all the stars and clouds…. in the Heavens
The ones… God has made for me and you.

To watch the birds as they fly on by
And all the rain drops… when they fall.
I don’t want to ever miss the beauty
The beauty… of it all.

They don’t seem to ever get that dirty
I haven’t had to clean a pane… to get a better of view.
The rains come… just in the nick of time!
And make the glass all clean and new.

And when the nights get frosty cold
I can watch… as all the crystals form.
One by one… God’s art begins
With each crystal flake that’s born.

Then the sun comes out and melts them
And I watch them… all slowly disappear.
But I never seem to have the same old view
God changes it always for me… from year to year.

By: Linda Winchell
Copyright: 2009