Work is living in relationship to the world.
I put myself into the ground I till
and the bread I knead and bake.
I build my shelter and my days
with patience and the application of skill.
I shape places for myself
and those entrusted to me.
Work molds the earth into a medium of love,
making stones into bricks,
or visions into pictures
and sounds and marks into words
that reach the heart.
Work is not selling myself,
reducing myself to a product for others to consume.
Work expresses me as a person
and its rightful wage is respect,
stature as a human being,
access to the elements of freedom,
resources to live as a person
and to care for those entrusted to me.
The adequate response to human work