New Bread Broken**

New Bread Broken

 

To Fear Falling Off,

To Fear Jumping Off.

 

What would win me to its wishes

By the beauties that abound

In the rapture of my falling

    

Like a raindrop

To the ground?

 

I need only

Ask the question:

Shall I live, or shall I die?

And may presently discover

 

If I fall or if I fly!

 

For the vale below entreats me,

And the impulse seems to swell,

 

As I dither in the ether

Of a pause that pleases well!

 

I am like a new bread broken

When an old sin is confessed �"

 

In the crucible of wonder,

I have teetered on the crest.[1]