Poetry/Prose: The Meaning of Peace


See the waves prose in previous article. This articel was submitted by a Phoebe McKell to the same website.  I think the pictures go well with the prose as well.

http://www.mountainwings.com/past/Sunday.htm

 The Meaning of Peace
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There was once a king who offered a prize to the artist who
could 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 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 second picture had mountains, too. 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…. a perfect picture of peace.

Which of the pictures won the prize?

The king chose the second picture.

Do you know why?

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

That is the REAL meaning of peace.

~Author Unknown~

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