The Heart of Christmas

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Hum, buzz, rum-

Hum, buzz, rum…


I shut the door

on all the voices and sounds;

your voice, a whisper above the rest-

is where my hope is found.


I do not want to enter into

the rhythm of the world,

though it plays on and on and on.


I hear the drumbeat from within,

can see you clearly

only as I close my eyes

to the driving, pulsing heartbeat

of the all consuming beast-

who desires me, stalks my weaknesses,

waits patiently…

just outside the door.


I hear your silent wisdom

above the madness

though it’s shouting,



for my attention…

for my all-

every bit of me.


Though it be disguised as perfection,

and does sparkle,

I see beyond today’s

immediate gratification

a glimmer of glory on the horizon-

our hope…

and there is no other magic-

but only this glory and majesty.


And I march to the drumbeat

that becomes joy in my heart-

an ever present percussion

playing on,

as I shut the door

on the blinking lights

and many voices.


The brightest star atop the tree


“Peace, be still!”

and I am at peace,


as shiny tinsel dances

on pine needle branches.






Published by enthusiasticallydawn

Dawn Paoletta is a life enthusiast who loves to juggle words, chug coffee, and journal excessively. You can find her gathering stones on the beach most mornings. She enjoys hanging out with her hubby, daughter and family pets in Narragansett, RI and shares her passion, poetry and prose @Enthusiastically, Dawn.

6 thoughts on “The Heart of Christmas

  1. Savoring this, reading over ever so slowly, gleaning all that is needed. Pressing in to shut the door on all the blinking lights and voices.

    Thank you, my friend!


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