Falling Still

Wearing heart on sleeve,
for the people whom I love.
begging their mercy given
for a universal mass of care.

Heart exposed to the elements,
being pierced by spiteful storms,
begging compassion be shown
too the people worn on my sleeve.

A hidden treasure upon a mount,
shining like the thrown of God,
and is beauteous in many ways-
wearing its citizens as a gold chain.

Taking care of it’s prized possession
Shining its links to near perfection,
And removing all impurities found,
filling in gaps, and gently buffing.

So much time spent on keeping,
not allowing changes of any bits,
unless changes improve quality;
may this kingdom be richly blessed!

My heart is swollen on my sleeve,
having fallen in love further; Bhutan,
truly cares for unity of it’s people,
a privilege, to be blessed it’s company.