The Keyboard

NOTE: The follow promt from the yahoo group free-writers inspired this poem. Freewrite for ten minutes about a keyboard with a mind of its own.

The Keyboard

I am the keyboard that You play
with the hands of love.

Beloved, forgive me my obstinate yearnings
for the thing that sour my notes.

I am the keyboard that rebels
ignoring Your will, Your desire.

Beloved, forgive me seeking the stranger’s strokes
when You wait in the wings to play.

I am the keyboard that You created,
with the hands of power.

Beloved, forgive me for the sins of matter
that interfere with Your sweet chords.