Learn more: http://pulitzercenter.org/projects/caribbean/resilience-ravaged-nation-haiti-after-earthquake English version of the visual poem Job with poetry by Kwame Dawes, images by Andre Lambertson. For Joel Sainton This is a home, this is a shelter, these walls, shaken, the lines of jagged cracks, the split at the ceiling that lets in light and rain—this is my comfort, here, deep in the catacombs of Port-au-Prince, shaded by a giant breadfruit tree with its fragile branches, its bounty; here where the yard is cluttered with trash, trying leaves, and broken bricks salvaged from the ruins dumped here for use, they keep saying, later—they being those searching through the broken houses for paper, and if truth be told, money, bread, pots, clothes and an answer to our calling of her name. This is home, where I pray each night: "Teach me the calculus of Job, teach me the madness of Hosea, teach me how to be a priest of suffering, teach me how to not gamble your name for my gain, te