A new Torah poem of mine has been published at Palestinian Talmud. It arises out of the Torah portion we just completed, parashat Toldot, and it's called "Looking for Water." Here's how it starts:
Isaac dug his father’s wells anew.
This doesn’t mean he just treaded old ground.
Avraham had plumbed the earth’s deep wisdom.
Where his pick struck soil, compassion poured.
Isaac opened up his father’s pipes
so kindness, long-delayed, could flow again.
In all who drank, a memory arose:
water, shared in the desert, saves a life...
Read the whole thing there: Looking for Water: a [poetic] drash for parashat Toldot.