An Open Heart

Have you ever felt as if there was an invisible wall between two people?

In the beginning, it was like that…

The fear of showing what hurt deep inside.

We put on a smile, pretending all is well,

yet the heart, deep down, kept crying: “come closer, find me.”

It was your honest gaze that called me,

to truly open what I had hidden.

It’s strange how, in daily life,

we learn to hide what we feel…

fear of being judged,

fear of words that wound.

But Jesus shows us a different way.

He teaches us that love deepens only when the masks fall.

Like clay in the Potter’s hands, being reshaped,

in His hands, our story began to blossom.

Our altar is not built of stone,

but of open hearts.

One giving to the other, without reserve.

Vulnerability became the bridge,

and trust walked across.

Christ is the firm foundation, unshaken.

Before we even existed, He already knew us,

and today He teaches us to build, day by day,

a blessed home—

where even our imperfections teach precious lessons.

I remember the long conversations,

those nights that seemed endless.

The tears that fell,

the “I understand you, love, it’s alright.”

The scars I once thought would chain me forever…

became marks you embraced without fear.

On your shoulder I found refuge,

a new way to live.

No masks, no armor—only grace.

The peace of God wrapped us,

pure, tender, complete.

Routine tries to weigh us down…

the fatigue, the struggles, the hard days.

But none of this can quench the flame He lit.

It is in “forgive me,” in “I trust you,”

that the Kingdom is revealed in us.

Faith blossoms, love matures.

And deep inside, we know:

it is He who sustains every step.

Our altar is still an open heart.

Even fragile, we keep learning to trust.

Christ is the base,

and our “yes” remains steadfast.

He saw every part of us—even the hidden—

and still chose to bless.

It is on this ground we plant our home,

entrusting to the Father

what we cannot carry alone.

Holy Spirit, our guide, untangle every knot.

Teach us to be one,

to love without reserve.

May truth always be the song of our home.

Faith sustains, hope does not die.

And in this garden of two hearts, love blooms.

And so, with open hearts—

to each other and to You, Lord…

we write this story.

Not perfect, but true.

Bathed in Your eternal love,

simple and pure.

May our union be blessed by You, Jesus, forever.

Amen.