Frequently on my walk I take a plastic bag to collect the refuse left behind on the beach. Empty beer and soda cans, plastic cartons that once held bait, plastic plates and broken foam coolers, bags with scraps of fast food take-out. I gather these broken pieces and wonder about those whose carelessness is made so visible. What they leave behind affects all who follow them, soiling the beach and requiring clean-up efforts of others. Then I wonder what I leave behind in my carelessness—do I scatter the refuse of broken promises, painful retorts, hurt feelings? Must others come in my wake and try to heal the scars I’ve caused? Forgive me, Father, for the detritus in my life, and please help me leave nothing behind that will destroy or litter your world or leave others in pain. Amen.