Call upon the guardians

Of the Crossroads.

Elegua, Papa Legba, Oya.

Call upon the trickster.


Feel the thundering of our holy rage,

Like horse hooves crying out

Across the skin of our mama.

Cry out for mama!


Feel the torrent of our holy grief.

Send the chariots!

For the journey has been long and weary,

And we have our dead to carry.


All the mamas across the veil,

All the papas in the ground gone before,

Open the way for us, for

We are at the Crossroads.

{Veve for Papa Legba – in honor of Black Lives Matter}

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