I was alone, and although the field I was walking across was sunlit and full of wild flowers, I realised I was walking toward a dark wood. The footpath led that way, and as I had no wish to turn back, I went on. It got darker as I walked on, and the only light was through the treetops, but very dim. I began to feel depressed. Perhaps I should not have entered the wood. But now I was in it there was no light behind me or in front. I sat on a log and held my face in my hands. I was lost! Hopelessly lost!
Suddenly I heard a rustle in the undergrowth, and a beautiful fox emerged. His beautiful golden brown colour was visible even in the dim light… We looked at each other for a while then he trotted off into the darkest part of the wood. I felt he knew the way out, so I followed. He looked back at me now and then but trotted slowly on. Then, right in the far distance I saw a chink of light. The faintest chink, but it was there. My hopes began to rise. ‘So there is a way out’, I said to myself. I had thought that I would be in that dark place for ever.
As we approached the light it got larger and then I could see ahead the green grass of a meadow full of wild flowers. The fox walked into the field, looked round and sat down. I felt so much better being out of that dark wood.
I asked the fox his name. He looked at me for a moment and I knew he knew the depth of my previous suffering and fears.
“My name is HOPE”, he said, then scuttled off into the undergrowth. I walked on into the beautiful meadow and thanked God for the fox. I was lighter now and I had hope.