Shapes & Shadows by Madison Cawein — Read

I looked into the night and saw / GOD writing with tumultuous flame / Upon the thunder's front of awe, -- / As on sonorous brass, -- the Law, / Terrific, of HIS judgement name.

Weary of all life's best and worst, / With hands of hate, I -- who had pled, / I, who had prayed for death at first / And had not died -- now stood and cursed / GOD, yet he would not strike me dead.