WAY OF THE DOLPHIN

Standing in the harbor,
these slick wonders slip their fins
in and out of early sun.
I close my eyes and remember
being wheeled into surgery
all those years ago;
believing my job was to meet
my surgeon at the surface,
so the rib he had to remove
would slip out,
like a dolphin of bone,
as soon as he would cut me.

I've learned that everything that
matters goes the way of the dolphin:
drifting most of the time out of view,
breaking surface
when we least expect it.

And our job—in finding God,
in being God;
in finding truth,
in being truth;
in finding love,
in being love—
is to meet the world
at the surface
where Spirit slips
out through every cut.

~Mark Nepo

Source: Oprah Newsletter