Plastic Jesus

A plastic Jesus glowing in the night, a gift from Sister—God, what was her name?— not white as light, but shining all the same a pallid green, and gentle more than bright, long-lost, I’m sure, a trinket never blest and thrown away with other plastic trash for tidiness and godliness must clash: A landfill holds it now with all the rest. I did not feel my bedroom in the dark was Tabor, did not hear…