In
she barged.
She did what she wanted.
 Broke the jar, poured out all the oil.
Guests spoke in fury about such extravagance.

And,

he did not shield his face from the pounding and spitting,
did not answer when they blindfolded him
and jeered, “Who struck you?’’
but instead he humbly,
emptied himself.
For he so
 loved
the world.

Christ,
teach us to pour out,
to empty everything out but you.

O God,
set our faces like flint
as you did with those of Jeremiah,
Romero and Dorothy Day.
And most of all,
Jesus,

Morning after morning, open our ears.
 Let us hear the cries of your poor.
Let us speak for them to all,
 on your behalf.