Answer:
What can go through glass without breaking it?
I have split the one into five. I am the circle that few will spy. I am the path that breaks and gives. I am the bow no man may bend.
A mile from end to end, yet as close to as a friend. A precious commodity, freely given. Seen on the dead and on the living. Found on the rich, poor, short and tall, but shared among children most of all.
They're up near the sky, on something very tall. Sometimes they die, only then do they fall.
Sometimes I am loud. And viewed with distaste. Poke out my 'eye', then I'm on the front of your face.
The virgin gave birth to a child and threw away the blanket.