A Morning’s Blessing

Legba came to me this morning dressed nicely in a gray lightly-pinstriped suit and matching fedora. He appeared kindly and alert. I prepared him a spot at the breakfast table- coffee piping hot, newspaper and spoon.

I asked simply, with the offering held reverently, to know what was right. For moral assistance. Guidance at the crossroads.

As I drove through a four-way stop on my way to work, out of the corner of my eye, was Papa playfully sitting, watching me on my way? Sharp suit, Papa!

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