There once was a King who offered a prize to the artist who would paint the
best picture of peace. Many artists tried. The King looked at all the
pictures but there were only two that he really liked and he had to choose
between them. One picture was of a calm lake. The lake was a perfect mirror
for peaceful towering mountains were all around it.
Overhead was a blue skywith fluffy white clouds. All who saw this picture
thought it was a perfect picture of peace. The other picture had mountains.
But these were rugged and bare. Above was
an angry sky from which rain fell, and in which lightening played.
Down the side of the mountain tumbled a foaming waterfall. This did not look
peaceful at all. But when the King looked, he saw behind the waterfall a
tiny bush growing in a crack in the rock. In the bush a mother bird had
built her nest. There in the midst of the rush of angry water, sat the
mother bird on her nest.
The King chose the second picture as the winner. Because, explained the
King, peace does not mean to be in a place where there is no noise, trouble
or hard work. Peace means to be in the midst of all those things and still
be calm in heart.
That is the real meaning of peace.
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