Providence

Soft,
the footsteps drowned
in sheeting rain;
the bowing, burdened head
with ghostly silver daggers crowned

Clouded,
the stormy brow
of fear-filled furrows;
the crinkled, cumbered eyes
a ruined vessel's prow

Drifting
through chilling pain
and crisp concision;
the laden, weary back
relieved of worldly gain

Grounded,
unyielding rock
the final harbour;
a broken, contrite wreck
the moulding block.