I HAVE LIVED MY YEARS

I've lived my years so absorbed
thinking without thinking, as in a dream,
that I was never the owner of my life,
command to live I only bear.

I tranquilize my being and comfort it
waiting for the end of a long dream:
to know once why this eagerness
to live and live. I exhort God

to reveal to me the good of this mystery.
I spent my years without knowing the when,
nor the how, nor the object of life;

and in my dream I am serious,
seeing that I have lived only loving,
perchance by loving, life finds its reason.