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 he really liked, and he had to choose
between them.

One picture was of a calm lake. The lake was a
perfect mirror for the peaceful towering mountains all
around it. Overhead was a blue sky with fluffy white
clouds. All who saw this picture thought that it was
a perfect picture of peace.

The other picture had mountains, too. But these were
rugged and bare. Above was an angry sky, from which
rain fell and in which lightning played. Down the side of
the mountain tumbled a foaming waterfall. This did not
look peaceful at all.

But when the king looked closely, 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 - in perfect peace.

Which picture do you think won the prize?
The king chose the second picture.
Do you know why?


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
your heart. That is the real meaning of peace.”