God's Hand Divine

A misty veil envelops early morning.

The sun peeps over billows edged with gold,

God blows his breath through silvery veiling,

And reaches out earth's beauties to behold.

                                                                 unfold. 

There is music on the harps among the treetops,

And clouds of joy seem floating all about;

When shadows fall and twilight creeps around us,

It is then we know God's hand is reaching out.

The lesser lights, myriad stars come twinkling,

In deepest awe we watch God's glory shine--

The firmament shows his handywork--

God reaches out his hand Divine.

                                                                           V.C.

(She actually placed behold and unfold just as I have transcribed it in the first stanza.  I expect she was going to choose eventually but never did or, contrarily, she decided to allow the reader the choice.  She also spelled handiwork with a 'y' in the third stanza.)