Confidante: Truth Beyond Words Poem by bonifacio alba

Confidante
by Bonifacio Alba

In moments when sorrow weighs the soul,
And silence is no longer whole,
You seek a voice, a listening ear,
To hold your burdens, calm your fear.

You turn to a friend, or one in the fold—
A brother in faith, a heart not cold.
You speak of wounds the world can't see,
And pray they guard your secrecy.

But whispers travel, sharp and swift,
A sacred truth becomes a rift.
What once was shared in sacred trust
Now feeds the tongues of idle dust.

The healing you sought turns into pain,
Your confidence betrayed in vain.
Oh, how cruel the cost can be,
When trust is cracked so carelessly.

Where, then, to find a soul so true,
To share your night and see you through?
Not all who nod are meant to bear
The weight of grief, the load of care.

Yet One remains who hears it all,
Whose mercy lifts when shadows fall.
No secrets He will ever leak,
No shame in Him—no need to speak.

In prayer's embrace, you'll find your rest,
Your heart unjudged, your pain confessed.
For God, our Rock, the ever-near,
Is confidante sincere and clear.

So share with men, but guard your soul,
And trust in Him who makes you whole.
When none on earth can understand,
God holds your truth with gentle hand.