The butterfly is free to soar to new heights, virtually defying the laws of nature and gravity as Jesus defied them in the Resurrection and His subsequent ascension into Heaven. Then the good news of Easter for you is that death has no hold on you. As the butterfly emerges from its cocoon in God's time, so will your pain burst forth in glory, and, in God's time, all things will be well. That's what hope is all about. Every death we suffer, every pain we bear, was nailed to that rough-hewn wooden cross 2,000 years ago and now, through God's power and grace, has no ultimate hold on us.
Every death has a resurrection.
Every Good Friday has an Easter. Well, sure, the butterfly. The glorious colors of a butterfly's new life put the dull gray hue of the caterpillar into perspective. Sometimes I get overwhelmed by the evil or the meanness or the pettiness that I have to deal with from time to time. Also a butterfly's wings are about the most translucent objects on the face of the earth.