The Way of Love

It walked the rocky roads,
  in search of the ones left out.
The ones not good enough
  for those religious, pious.
Blinded by the rules and the
  fashion of their own goodness.
The outcasts lay forgotten
  outside the doors, never worthy.
Yet those sandals came before
  them all, loving, healing, feeding.
How might we love those on
  the outskirts, and bring them home?