the stuttering healer

Seeing pain everywhere is a curse
But much worse, if you envisage
The source of this as
Having an alternative,
A utopian world of light, great loves
And three hugs a day!

This feeling sways mountains
From simmering darkness,
But it's all much of a muchness
If you can only mutter
Half-held hums of a feeling
That forever resign you
To stutteringly healing.