This World Poem by Gregory Huyette

This world is what you make it.
You can give or take from it.
You arose from the depths of its vaults.
And will return to its soil and salts.
In life each receives talents or riches to improve the world's lot.
If they're used to his full measure, he's a success; otherwise not.
Reward or punishment in any life there might be hereafter
Will depend on how he used his riches and resources as a crafter.
This world has grave needs and injustice you no doubt will find.
So it must be better from your touch that you will leave behind.
It's not your location, life style or what you have, save or earn.
Your destiny will be determined by the heaven's gifts you return.