Rock and the Labyrinth

Lately, once a month I've been attending a "Labyrinth," call it a sort of new age prayer service on a cloth labyrinth (much as like pictured). The friends of the church who run it, the C.O.T.W. (Christians on the Way) also look after homeless people.
You wouldn't believe it if you hadn't been there.
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Rock and the Labyrinth

They are a homeless couple, who
  became a couple in transience,
They are rock,
  what flavors would you add?

At the maw of the muslin labyrinth I stand,
  meditation, prayer, thoughtful steps to come,
A woven basket of polished stones
  offers me it’s pick,
Each engraved with Faith, Hope, Charity,
  synonyms of our New Age in Christ, 
Each a virtue to carry to the center,
  then to leave or carry out,
Yet I search for one says "Rock!"
  for rock is rock, it needs no affectation,
Yet no rock says "Rock!"
  ‘cause, they are rocks, 

Like a zen novice I count the steps for breath,
  all two-hundred twenty to the center of the circle,
Where others rocks are left, but none say "Rock!"
  they read Blessed, Courage, Perseverance,
Maybe, could I add these to my prayers?

After the walking period the homeless man asks
   "What is a labyrinth?"
She answers "You should have walked it!"
   "I liked watching you do it,"

Hope, Charity, Transience,
  Blessed, they are rock.