The fifth Communion is with the Angel of Work
"Angel of Creative Work, descend upon humanity and give abundance to all men."
Hail, Thou Holy Angel of Work!
Singing in the humming of the bee,
Slowing not its making of golden honey;
Within the flute of the good shepherd,
Who sleeps not, or his flock go astray;
He lives in the song of the maiden
As she lays her hand to the spindle.
If you think to presume that these
Are not fair in the eyes of the Lord
As those loftiest, or priestly prayers
Echoed from the highest mountain,
Then you do indeed err unwittingly.
For the honest work of humble hands
Is the daily prayer of thanksgiving,
And the music of the toiling plough
Is as a joyful song unto the Lord.
He who eats the bread of idleness
Must be ravaged in barren hunger,
For a field of stones, yields stones.
For him is the day without meaning,
Night is a bitter journey of evil dreams.
The idle mind fills of weeds of discontent;
But he who walks with the Angel of Work
Has within him a field always fertile,
Wherein the corn and the grapes
And all manner of sweet-scented
Herbs and flowers grow abundant.
Even as ye sow, also shall ye reap.
The man of God who finds his task
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