a man at breakfast

I saw a man today bow over his breakfast. Pray over the food he was served in the midst of this crowded diner. Scrabbled eggs and some toast, and he was grateful. What grace it takes to bow in such a crowded room where people bump and shove for a meal. What I would give to feel that touched by simple things, so deeply that I felt moved to spend those small moments taking count of the great beauty and service in hot eggs and coffee.