The Tale of The Goddess of the Grain

Lo, I speak of the Goddess Dhena

And Her Origin, the Goddess Sala

I speak of them and the tale of the Goddess of Grain.

Many moons ago, when men had been merry

Sala sat upon the mountains and spoke with the God of Fire

He, whom we call called Mere.

They spoke of their power

Mere, in his pride, decided to challenge Sala.

He said that he could provide wealth and fortune

And Sala accepted this, and so went Mere over the skies

He became as the sun, but his power was great

His harsh heat burned the four corners

And ripped water from its rivers

And crushed down the grains of the earth

Lo, the mortals prayed in their hunger and sorrow

They beat down on the earth

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Mere too saw the sorrow of his actions

And began prostrations, a god to a god.

Then, Sala broke from her meditation.

She looked upon those who prayed and understood.

From her hair, she plucked a strand and threw it onto the earth

From it came the Goddess Dhena, born of Sala.

She bore the flowers of the four corners on her hair

In one hand, she bore a jug which carried the Life Waters

And in the other a loaf of seed bread.

She poured water from her jug, and water returned

She fed the earth of her bread, and grains sprouted

She became the Goddess of Grain and Food

And so nurtured her devoted

Mere, astounded by the beauty of Dhena,

Begged for her hand and so she accepted.

This is when Mere and Dhena became one

Mere’s power was soothed by the Compassion of Dhena

And Dhena’s compassion was measured by the Justice of Mere

For where this is power, there must be control and wisdom

And where there is Mercy, there must be fairness.