“A four year old girl was overheard whispering in her newborn baby brother's ear: "Baby," she whispers, "tell me what God sounds like. I'm starting to forget." -- Between the Dreaming and the Coming True” — Robert Benson Copy Share Image
“Sometimes I wish that I could sing or dance or paint or compose symphonies or build cathedrals to express somehow what all of this… — Robert Benson Copy Share Image
“A four year old girl was overheard whispering in her newborn baby brother's ear: "Baby," she whispers, "tell me what God sounds like. I'm… — Robert Benson Copy Share Image
“How do we come to choose what it is that we spend our days doing? Would we choose it again if we could? Did… — Robert Benson Copy Share Image
