Guilt.... Poem by Connetta Jean

looking out the window
facing the lake
behind the house
a feeling came to me...
telling me
to wash the window.
the voice was silent
and seemed to be
upset with the window..
(I was Alone)
Two times
i've entured the Cabin,
once through a window,
This time
the door was open.
Both times
I have seen
perfect Orbs
within this space..
It is not so much
as i believe in them..
just a fact, I am one
who found them
in my pictures......
I do not question
what others claim i see
when Orbs appear...
now this picture
saddens me
makes me feel guilty,
for i did not
wash the window...