The True Peace!

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."