What Is Love?
The journey begins with a desire to understand the meaning of love through the senses...
LOVE...
It's a very popular word, found in every language and yet there are so many different ways to express and experience love.
It is a word shrouded by a menagerie of meanings, bounced off the surfaces of our facades, our costumes like a handball against a wall. We experience the different shades of love with each slam or casual toss of the word, love leaves an impression...
Note from the poet
Wrapped in the red ribbon of sinbut washed clean by the Savior's blood confessionredemptionrepentanceforgivenessLOVE
White Orchid
Watercolor of red construction paper
About the Creator
Kat Robertson
I am an artist; it is my art that constantly redefines who I am. My existence is as much inspired as it is created. My voice unique; a work-in-progress and progressive work. This begins the yin and yang of who I am before God and the world.
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