Prayer

This piece was written on a poem by Kevin John Hart. It is a solemn but hopeful call to share one's life, no matter what state you're in. Whether this is in prayer or to someone else in general is open for the interpretation of the listener. This piece also exists in versions for concert band and wind orchestra.
 

O come, in any way you want,

In morning sunlight fooling in the leaves

Or in thick bouts of rain that soak my head

Because of what the darkness said

Or come, though far too slowly for my eye to see,

Like a dark hair that fades to gray
Come with the wind that wraps my house
Or winter light that slants upon a page

Because the beast is stirring in its cage

Or come in raw and ragged smells

Of gumleaves dangling down at noon

Or in the undertow of love

When she’s away

Because a night creeps through the day

Come as you used to, years ago,

When I first fell for you
In the deep calm of an autumn morning

Beginning with the cooing of a dove

Because of love, the lightest love

Or if that’s not your way these days

Because of me, because

Of something dead in me,

Come like a jagged knife into my gut

Because your touch will surely cut

Come any way you want

But come