🗣️ The Voice of the Jews
We held our breath one more time.
We knew she had invited the king to a banquet — and Haman too.
We did not know what she would say.
We only knew she was ready.
She had fasted.
We had fasted.
The time for silence was over.
And when she opened her mouth before the king… we were no longer invisible.
She said, “We have been sold — I and my people — to be destroyed.”
She did not flinch.
She did not hide.
She said it plainly.
The queen of Persia was a Jew.
She was one of us.
And with her voice, she pulled our entire nation out from behind the curtain.
The king rose in fury.
Haman fell to his knees.
And soon — The man who built the gallows was hanged by his own hands.
The enemy was not just silenced.
He was reversed.
🕊️ The Voice of God
They feared annihilation.
I was writing salvation.
They wept under sackcloth.
I was already untying the noose.
They asked, “Where are You?”
And I answered, “I am in the courage of the queen. In the waking of the king. In the fall of the proud.”
I did not speak from clouds. I moved through hearts.
I did not raise armies. I stirred conscience.
I turned a king’s sleepless night into a nation’s rescue.
I turned a decree of death into a festival of life.
🗣️ The Voice of the Jews
Then came another decree.
Not one to destroy — but one to defend.
We could stand.
We could gather.
We could protect.
And when the day arrived, the one once meant for our end…
We did not fall.
We rose.
And the empire saw that we were not forgotten.
That we were not weak.
That we had a Defender greater than a king.
And so we made a day of it.
A day to remember.
To feast.
To give gifts.
To tell the story to our children.
We named it Purim — after the lots Haman cast to destroy us.
Because the very tool of our destruction became the memory of our deliverance.
🕊️ The Voice of God
I do not waste pain.
I do not forget names.
I do not let shadows have the final word.
They did not write Me into the scroll.
But I am in every turn of it.
I am the Author behind reversals.
The Keeper of scattered people.
The Voice behind the quiet.
And when they light candles for Purim — when they tell the story and say, “Esther saved us.”
I smile.
Because I remember when a girl said yes, and an orphan became a queen, and a people who thought they were abandoned realized they were always held.
