O my love, you [are as] beautiful as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, awesome as [an army] with banners! Turn your eyes away from me, for they have overcome me. Your hair [is] like a flock of goats going down from Gilead.
As I picked up my heavy luggage, bearing in mind last-minute reminders from my parents and the prayer requests and good wishes from fellow brothers and sisters, I reminisced on the twenty-four short years that had gone by.
