A flash of generosity, oil poured out

air filled will fragrance and wisdom and fearless power

the dauntless discipline, anoints the Christ

an outpouring of love,

the work of a lifetime gifted,

abundance in the face of scarcity.

“What kind of woman is this?”

empowered by spirit

bold and complicated

rooted in Love’s eternal plain.

“What cost!”

The men judge and shame

reckless, foolish woman

a life-times savings squandered

a sinner for sure, what’s the point, what’s the strategy,

we could have debated the gift, made a building in your name;

at the very least you should have saved it for your 401K.

Then Jesus rebukes, like a southern Grandma might say,

Bless you hearts,

oh grasping and anxious men!

Sweet Mother God,

gathering the brood

whispering,

“the cost is high and that is okay

Breath deep, dear ones.”

Enlightenment is devotion, not detachment

A higher state, is rooted not aloof

The holy here and now, word and flesh

the tools of basin, heart and towel

The sacred in bread and cup;

tender touch and resilient presence.

That’s all word made flesh really is.

Conscious love poured out, not in-spite of the cost

but because of it,

the cost is holy and unreasonable.

Remember her

not afraid of the fee, the norms, the judgement and shame.

Remember Her,

Conscious love, anointing in life and death

Sealing the hearts connection,

weathering the storms,

resolute in loss, heartbreak and pain,

holding the invisible string.

Remember Her and do the same.

May it be so Amen.