Name: Heather Burdsall
Undergrad at Messiah College
1st place Live Arts Contest
A Welsh Confession
It’s not on the hillside I find him
Anointing lambs’ wounds with oil.
I can’t find him with the filthy,
Cupping their faces in his hands.
Not even in the boathouse, ready
To loosen the rope and slip
Across the lake to sit and weep.
In the dark, butter-flecked sky,
I have heard no speech, no language.
In the Cathedral, he’s left us
With only his cameo, staining the pool
Of red light that falls, bloodying the face
Of a whining boy in the third wooden pew.
But he is there—
In the sore radiance of morning, shaking
Me by the shoulders, assuring me
Of all he’s taken.
Heather Burdsall grew up popping Chiclets, picking dandelions, and reading good literature. She is currently completing her English degree at Messiah College in Pennsylvania, and she plans to take a year off of school before returning to pursue her MFA in 2015. To God alone be the glory!