Queen of River Denial

Now my naked soul, unclothed, stands shivering in the breeze

My sins exposed, soul judged, ashamed, and bleeding.

I am begging someone to find my clothes please.

Telling my story shames me, maims me, leaves me alone.

Now I’m hiding like Eve behind a tree, hoping you won’t keep looking.

Let me conceal myself in a shadow of my own.  

Let me dress again, bring me fig leaves, I will cover sin so vile.

Let me pretend, floating aimlessly, unknown, unseen down life’s river.

Let me return to The Queen of the River of Denial.