Adopted (Villanelle)

Adopted to a kind of outer space,
We soon forget the land that is our home
To be a member of the human race.

We wear a mask and cover up the face
That God creates for each one of his own –
Adopted to a kind of outer space.

How quickly we take on the pressing pace
And work to please the world of flesh and bone
To be a member of the human race.

We push away the gifts and gentle grace
For what is seen and heard and touched and known
Adopted to a kind of outer space.

We try to carve ourselves a special place,
And build a life more solid than a stone
To be a member of the human race.

Yet even though we miss the warm embrace,
The God-within proclaims we’re not alone.
Adopted to a kind of outer space,
To be a member of the human race.

A villanelle
for NaPoWriMo day 4.

Also shared at
Dverse | OpenLinkNight #175

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