Going To Meet the Whales

My heart is full of endings, and I'm going to meet the whales.
At the ocean's surfing edge, children tickle the toes of God,
While in the mist, world-weary elders breathe in heaven's peace,
And in the crashing storms behold
Old Testament fury.
Beyond the shore, below the waves, lie unfathomed depths,
Too broad to compass, too vast to hold, a surging, eternal will.
My heart is full of endings, and I'm going to meet the whales.

Whistling Past the Graveyard

I whistle past the graveyard
of my own expectations
Hoping to get lucky
and raise the dead
Disassembled skeletons
Of plans abandoned
And spectre-thin wisps
of dreams unsaid.