QUEEN'S VIEW



On my recent trip to Britain, we were treated to a hike up a wooded hill (gasping and panting) in Scotland, at whose top we were exposed to this beautiful view. It is named Queen's View because it was a favorite spot of Queen Victoria's. Considering how a 50-inch-waist pair of her bloomers were just auctioned off, you've got to wonder how she could have hoofed it up to that vista in the first place, ample skirts and all. Queens have their tricks, I'm sure, and plenty of people to serve them.

A couple of verses I wrote about Queen's View:

Valley serene, never touristed by tumult
of smoke, smog and city street
What meaning does your name imply?
Better graced because a queen passed by?

Your secret is that you exalt
poor creatures who upon your vista gaze
We give you a name, you feed our spirit
Nature makes her lovers better for it

We reflect on you, so you on Him who made you.
His workmanship you are, His evidence
of Love that sang the world into being
enobling those whose humbled eyes are seing

the fleeting glimpse of heaven in created order.
Our next task, to see His work and beauty in each other.
Reflected glory, not that a monarch named the thing;
gazing at Love's beauty makes of us a queen or king.

By Gail Aggen, copyright 2008

"But we all, with open face beholding as in a glass the glory of the Lord, are changed into the same image from glory to glory, [even] as by the Spirit of the Lord." II Corinthians 3:18 KJV