It's All About...The Intermission...

He had just had a moment with a beautiful woman in his apartment and it was time to leave. Just as they were getting ready he stopped, shut his eyes and took in a classical movement being played on his stereo. She looked at him and simply said "beautiful Moe..."...shaking her head in sweetness. She really didn't get the fullness of what was happening in that moment.

To tell you that my life has had battles would be an understatement. One after the next. They either involved me personally or someone else I had been entrusted to help. Always something that needed my attention and/or presence. So I came to acknowledge this would be my life and that any moment of beauty or passion I was afforded would be a moment of sweet intermission for me. Not many knew of them because I was never one to carry them as a man of sorrows but they were always present...still are. To know this is to understand why the things people take for granted are so very dear to me and why to me, they are worth fighting for. Those seconds, minutes and hours of stillness, the sweet melodies inspired by a beautiful sunrise, walks in a park on a cloudy day with someone you've missed, sitting by a lakeside with someone you love or even the unexpected message of hope sent by someone special are everything to me. It will always be something most will never comprehend as most are built to want the "lifetime" but to me...that's what those moments represent. That's what those nights of passion mean to me. To be with someone you love deeply for whatever hours you are graced is like a sonnet that must last forever in my heart because there's always that sense...it might not come again. Sitting in a foxhole waiting for your relief could take months at a time and not everyone can wait that long. All that you've built in love can be tested and sometimes even lost. I understand it...all too well. It's just the way it is. To have one understand it though...is a gift. A welcome rarity to say the least...

I remember watching movies as a kid that had long musical scores between their well worth four hour spans. This was called "the intermission". It allowed the movie goer a time of respite from the drama they were taking in from the flick. They could use the bathroom, get some more popcorn or time to just sit there to think about the epic. Who knew there was a life lesson in there for me... My Lord is good to me...

~moses apollo

PS: Been in this foxhole too long I think...