This is a portrait of my great nephew Daniel Womack. His mother, my niece wrote a beautiful poem for him, and I included it on his portrait.
For Daniel
God did not give him
a lot of words to say.But filled him with peace and understanding
to help him find his way.His prayers always reach heaven
because they come from the heart.For in quiet moments
he speaks with his heart.In quietness and in stillness
God molds him from above.Wraps him with humbleness
and clothes him in love.When silence surrounds him,
compassion he finds.Aware of his own struggles,
to ours he will not be blind.For what good are words
if they are not sincere?Just meaningless vibrations
passing through ones ears.Great are God’s plans.
Perfectly they are made.
Patience and obedience
taught along the way.One day he will speak.
His words, in Gods time.
Giving honor and glory
to the divine.
