Time Unmeasured

Blessed are You,
Lord our God,
King of the Universe,
for the times when we forget time—
that endless measuring
of eggs boiling
and appointments approaching,
fevers and heartbeats,
days away from home.

Blessed are You
for sacred moments—
talking long into the night,
time interrupted by friendship;
for routines interrupted by joy,
or sorrow
or sudden awareness of a bird
on the windowsill.

Blessed are You
for the impromptu dance party
and the phone call
I didn’t have time for,
that slipped past
the measuring of time,
and became my favorite
moments of the day.

Blessed are You,
Lord our God,
King of the Universe,
for the smell of a freshly peeled orange,
giggles in the kids’ bedroom,
kisses,
which abruptly align me
with the moment I’m in—
evidence that being alive is timeless.