Shrouded

My shroud

I know 

has many spots

of muck thats not pretty
rather is sully;

I scan and feel
very slight

then heart heartens

at a sight.

In one corner
to the left...

yes yes away from the right,

a slender thread

stands out

slim, still and shy

pristine white

as it holds me in shroud

as one whole
with its mere might'

I trace it's trail

in utter dimness

and lo happily I find

I am held firm
through it by You, so

keep strong your clutch

hold, don't let go;

please - it's my only

hope to see the Light.