Transfixed

Yesterday Betty and I took my mom to Palm Sunday service at her Assisted Living facility.  It was good for anything that ails you.  25 or 30 ancients with walkers moving ever so slowly, gently, and sincerely along the earth.  Their feet barely seem to touch the floor their primeval bodies mostly present in the heavenly realm as if they are now being constantly transported there.  They are so quiet, like angels in the treetops, steady moving, golden clouds, floating in transition.  It is life as old as time, standing patiently, quietly, at the elevator, each one with their rolling partner board and stop when they come to the other end.  Steady, waiting on the door to close and maybe wondering if this is Heaven Prep, slowing down enough so the transporting angels can catch up.  When I am around I wonder if they can feel the air being pushed aside by my lightning speed and hear the thunder of my incessant hurrying’s.  They are mostly fixed now, their life a patterned dance of a few steps, food, bath, warmth.  Maybe transfixed is a better word as they stare in wonder through The Veil as it is slowly opening in welcome and hear the heavenly choir singing “Hosanna! Blessed is He who comes in the name of the Lord.”