The Giver Poem by Irina Doichinova

Sweet caress of the wind -
The immaculate blue of the sky,
And the fresh sap green
Under the warm embrace
Of the sun -
For such blessings
Have I often yearned
In this land of harsh
And lengthy winters.

Oh, long awaited bliss
Of the sun's return!
There is hope,
So much hope contained
In the sun-lit immaculate blue.
Traces of heaven
You have left to us
In Your mercy
You still make the sun shine
On the good and on the evil.

All these blessings though
Are not enough
To satisfy this hunger for connection -
It is the Giver of all good gifts
That makes my heart exult.
The One who dwells inside,
The One who surrounds me
With His overwhelming goodness
Like a blanket.