New Life

You have been born again, and this new life did not come from something that dies, but from something that cannot die. You were born again through God’s living message that continues forever. – 1 Peter 1:23

Rising early, I witness the thrill of new life.
The sun is cloaked, but the wind is calm,
and a slow and steady rain settles
like a salve that soothes the pain.

A green-headed drake runs after his mate
and ten ducklings waddle close behind.
Baby birds hatch in strange nooks deemed safe
from the red-tailed hawk hovering above.

Droplets nourish the grass until soaked,
prepping the earth, ripe for renewal.
Trees flourish and petals plume,
displaying the artistry of their Creator.

Reflecting on the beauty of Spring,
I am reminded that the future is bright.
Born again to a living hope, my spirit is
healed and whole, a new creation rising.

Poetry type: Free Verse

Poetry prompt: W3 #157