Beloved God, I thank You for br this symphony of breakfast, br br for the coffee br You have poured br straight into my cup br from Central American highlands, br Hawaiian sugar fields, br and some California cow; br br for the oatmeal pressed from grain br waving somewhere in our country, br and butter maybe from a friend br of that same cow, and raisins br from down Fresno way, br br and for the scrambled eggwhites, br free of wicked yolks, br but yellow just the same, br br all an expression br of Your Divine Perfection. br Help me see for once br that same Perfection br in the rest of my day, br Amen.