John’s eyes fall from this man’s head to his feet. as if his face is too much for John to keep looking at. As happens with us too when we need to look away from piercing eyes, John’s lowered gaze drops to the person's feet, but they are as overwhelming as the face: “like burnished bronze, refined in a furnace.” Your feet collect dust as you walk. But these feet glow, like bronze so refined as to have no impurities, and they're polished too. There’s something divine, something holy here.
15 his feet were like burnished bronze, refined in a furnace, and his voice was like the roar of many waters.